When I say love
What is it that you think of?
Is it a person?
Is it some kind of action?
Is it a certain kind?
Is it something you're trying to find?
So many kinds of love,
With true love,
Self love,
Playful love,
Familiar love,
Young love,
Unrequited love,
And forever shared love.
It's hard to accurately identify
Just what we wish to clarify.

So it amazes me
How close-minded people can be.
Whether it consists of men or women,
Or men and women.
I fully believe acceptance should be a given.
Basic human rights is what keeps me driven.
When can we all understand
That love has never been in our command?
It's starts somewhere pure and blissful.
Then is distorted to something barely acceptable.
In the end it sort of makes me cry.
I have no reason why.
When real, true, and happy love
Are what dreams are made of.
I may not be cut from the same fabric,
But I try to constantly remain authetic.
It may not much coming from me,
But your fabulousness is something I know they see.
Stay true and stay strong,
Remember everyone, even they can be wrong.

© Katie kay