His Gift in Kind

They told me that it was a sin,
With hellfire carved into my fate,
To kiss the lips of another girl,
Was to open an unholy gate.

They preached that love could be unclean,
That passion could be a wicked thing,
Their words, a weight upon my heart,
An iron shackle, a binding ring.

I hesitated, fought with myself,
Wrestled the shame they planted deep,
But when I leaned in, trembling still,
I found a secret meant to keep.

Her lips were soft, they tasted sweet,
Like summer rain, or sugar's gleam,
And in that moment, I let go,
Of every dark, condemning dream.

How could this touch, this warmth, this joy,
Be anything but pure and true?
A feeling blossomed deep inside,
A happiness I never knew.

Not something wicked, or bound for flames,
Not a sin as they'd have me believe,
Just love, gentle, honest, and kind,
A truth that made my spirit breathe.

And as her hand slipped into mine,
I knew that all they'd said was wrong,
For nothing evil could ever make,
My broken heart feel whole and strong.

To say it’s sin, this love I feel,
A path that strays from heaven’s light,
But how could something pure as this,
Be anything but good and right?

It’s not a craving of the flesh,
Not some desire to touch or claim,
It’s love like you would feel for kin,
A warmth that holds no trace of shame.

This passion, deep, beyond my grasp,
A warmth that rises in my chest,
It feels like love that God has taught,
Not like a trial, not like a test.

It doesn’t bear the weight of shame,
It doesn’t hide in shadows cast,
It feels like grace, like tender truth,
A love so strong, meant here to last.

To say I wander from the fold,
Yet how could God have let me find
A love that mirrors all He taught—
Compassionate, gentle, kind?

It isn’t wrong to touch her face,
To share a laugh, to share a tear,
If God made love this deeply felt,
How could this bond deserve my fear?

It’s soft, it’s warm, it’s heaven’s peace,
The way she holds me in her eyes,
Not born of darkness, but of light,
A joy no hatred can disguise.

So I will trust this love I know,
And cast away their heavy bind,
For if God’s love is endless, true,
Then this must be His gift in kind.