this thing in my heart

This thing in my heart is what I feel,

When I see him looking at me.

When he came up to my chair all red,

i felt it growing inside.

Its what I felt on our first date,

when at the end he held my hand.

Its what I felt when I kissed him first,

right square on the cheeks.

Its what he made me feel, 

turning my cheeks red,

as we celebrated a month together.

he took me out to dinner one night to celebrate,

one year together as lovers,

and told me how he felt.

He said that this thing in my heart is called love,

and that he felt it too.

He reminded me how we met in college,

and how awkward he was at first. 

He took out a ticket to our first movie,

similar to the one I kept.

He told me that his heart belonged, 

to someone he did not name.

As he said these words, I felt tears in my eyes,

as he explained the other person.

He said they were sweet, kind and loyal, 

they're really good looking too.

He said that the thing in his heart,

made him think of them each day.

And to my delight he said with a smile,

my name when describing this person.

I started to cry and he hugged me tight, 

saying he'll never leave.

The thing in my heart, love as they would say,

started to grow stronger each day.

A couple months later I found out the truth,

that he was with another.

A girl so pretty he surely forgot,

about all of our stories.

The stories that damaged the things in our hearts,

that we mended and healed together.

The stories of hate and pride and passion,

the stories that we can tell.

Of disownment for loving a man,

whilst being a man yourself.

The stories of pride,

which we both felt.

The pride that kept us sane.

Through all the taunting and abuse and violence,

that we went through together.

Surely this girl is pretty enough,

to set aside all the pain we shared.

Surely this is just a phase,

I couldn't have seen coming.

He never found out I knew the truth,

as he started to distance himself.

So one night I went over,

and confronted him about this.

He sat me down and told me the truth,

that he was actually bi,

While that was obvious I had decided,

to try once again and give him a chance.

So 1 year later we are still together,

at dinner in a fancy restaurant.

I found to my surprise when I looked up from my menu,

him kneeling on the ground.

The thing in my heart started racing like crazy,

realizing what was happening.

He asked me with a smile,

if I would be his,

forever till death take us.

With tears in my eyes I yelled out a yes,

and kissed him what seemed like forever.

And so on our wedding day,

all fancy and formally done.

We stared into each other,

and linked our love inside.

So this is the thing that beats in my heart,

whenever I hear his name.

We lived together till the end of death,

until death took him from me.

So I visit his spot in the grass on the hill,

every day that I miss him I cry.

But I know i will soon, 

join him in death, 

as we promised to stay together.

Forever

Author's Note

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