her eyes were like copper,
and her hair flowed like the wind

I fell in love

her laugh always lit up my days,
her smile was brighter than the sun,
and she had this wonderful sense of humor

she was aggressive, yet kind,
beautiful, and even a bit flirtatious

I wanted her to be mine

but, even though I wanted her,
I didn’t think I had the chance

because where I’ve grown up,
loving someone of the same gender
is a sin, something that,
if found out from the wrong person,
can cause a world of hurt

and so I hid my feelings from her

each miserable day passed by,
and each day I experienced
an extreme level of anguish,
wanting nothing more than
to have her by my side,
for me to call her mine

after a while, I had loved another,
I finally was able to shove my feelings aside,
and, although I still wanted to love her,
I thought it was impossible,
just a lovesick dream

the day I told him I loved him
was the day she confessed her love to me

I was devastated,
in a state of agonizing despair,
as I knew it was too late,
for I had loved another

as each day with him went by,
I felt a sense of guilt,
because, although I did love him deeply,
something just kept me wanting her

and, before I knew it,
the feelings I had suppressed
had once again risen,
and it left me more days of mental torture,
because I knew that
I couldn’t have her by my side

after he and I separated,
yes, I was heartbroken,
but there was still something missing,
and that something was her

I still wanted her

I confessed my love to her,
told her the full truth,
the truth she should have known
from the start,
yet, I was too late

for she had loved another