A poem of self-reflection of my experiences as a girl loving girls. |
In the dance of hearts, a tale unfolds, Where love's narrative is rich and bold. A man's affection, distinct and true, Not mirrored in what a woman may pursue. A woman's love, a unique embrace, Unlike that in a man's warm grace. Not a carbon copy, not a mere reflection, Each love carries its distinct affection. What she gives, what she bestows, A symphony of feelings that only she knows. And in return, his heart receives, A kind of love that only he perceives. Yet here I stand, a love that defies, The norms that society implies. For my heart beats to a different plan, I love as a woman, not as a man. For I, a woman, in love with grace, A tender connection, a sacred embrace. Her laughter echoes, like a melody, A symphony of love, profound and free. A love that's special, not confined, To societal norms, I've resigned. For I cannot love as a man may, But as a woman in my own unique way. And no affection for a man to claim, In the language of love, it's not the same. My love is crafted, distinct and free, For women, the way a woman can be. So here's to the beauty of womanly affection, A love that defies any mere reflection. In the dance of emotions, a lifelong span, Loving women, as only women can. |