Love knows no bounds
And exists without exceptions.
Love was, is, and always will be.
Love knows no ultimatums
And sings all cries to sleep.
In both darkness and in light.
Love is deeper than the sea in a storm
And the skin color of the man in my bed.
Love knows how to listen
Unlike my mother who claims I tore her heart in two.
Love is not about picture perfect families
But rather the effort into creating the glass frame.
I know love faintly
I have experienced “love” in moods
But my decisions are merely based on love
And love is based on my muse.