Was it the delicate curves of this figure...
The enchanting spell-bounding eyes...
This beautiful creature before me...
That caused the weakness to rise?
Was it the mystery of this love,
Yet the familiarity, all the same?
The depth of this heart ache,
Or this desire I cannot tame?
Was it the knowing glances thrown at me,
Or the gentle seductive touch?
Maybe the comfort and security,
That made me want this so much...
I wonder what could have caused this,
Though the damage is as good as done,
And though the world looks angrily,
In this battle, my heart has won.
She has taken my heart mercilessly,
And I willingly embraced this view,
Because the love that I held for her
I knew, in my soul, was true.
Though even I may not accept it,
I cannot change what I am...
And deep inside, I've always known
That I am a lesbian.
