Busybodies

This is an intriguing love poem.

“You can tell that she’s feigning affection for him.”

“He’s such a fool to be in love with her.”

That’s what people say when they see us together.

They don’t know how we feel about each other.

 

People gossip and say these things about you:

“She’s definitely up to no good, and he’s blind to it.”

“She’s just a gold digger like most of the other girls.”

But, darling, I see you differently in my eyes.

 

The busybodies make these remarks about me:

“He must be out of his mind to think she loves him.”

“He won’t find happiness with her in his life.”

We can’t allow them to destroy our relationship.

 

Some nosey parkers in the community say,

“What is a teenage girl doing with a middle-aged man?”

“She should find someone in her age group to date.”

But that’s the last thing you want to hear.

 

They stare at us and speak low to one another.

I’m not daunted by what people think about me.

Backbiters should mind their own business.

They’re jealous of me because I have a young lover.

 

The way I love you today will never change

Even if the things they say about you are true.

They’re in no position to criticise our love,

For they don’t have a better love than ours.

Author's Note

This poem is for broad-minded people.