A crimson dawn, a whispered plea,
My inner world, a vibrant sea.
A restless pulse, a fervent beat,
My waking thoughts, a burning heat.

My heart beats fast, a frantic drum,
A melody unheard, a whispered hum.
I feel a pull, a deep desire,
For one so kind, a burning fire.

The sheets are damp, a silent sigh,
My soul awakes, beneath the sky.
A primal urge, a longing deep,
My insides scream, secrets they keep.

His gentle touch, his knowing smile,
Ignite a flame, a fervent style.
But whispers rise, a judging tongue,
A label cast, a whispered wrong.

The morning light, a fiery kiss,
Ignites desires, a hidden bliss.
A tangled web, of want and need,
A whispered prayer, a silent creed.

"I'm not gay," I must proclaim,
Though truth be told, love's gentle flame,
Burns brightly, pure, and undefiled,
A love for him, a story styled.

The world outside, a muted hum,
But in my core, a raging drum.
My heart takes flight, on wings of flame,
A morning's song, a whispered name.

Not by labels bound, nor by decree,
But by the heart, and destiny.
A love that's strong, a love so true,
Beyond the words, beyond the hue.

This inner fire, a constant spark,
A primal dance, a hidden ark.
Each waking moment, a new delight,
My morning's song, burning ever bright.

For in his eyes, a world unfolds,
A love unspoken, stories told.
A bond so deep, a sacred trust,
A love so real, a love so just.

So let them judge, let them decree,
My heart's true love, for all to see.
For in this love, a truth resides,
A love for him, my heart presides.

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