The utter devotion in your actions.

The love in your eyes when you meet mine.

The way you hold my hand in yours.

The way your hair goes up in a messy bun.

The way you smile up at me like everything was meant to be.

But what would they say if we were in public?

Two girls showing display of affection.

But you seem to be unaffected.

No cares in the world as you continue to love.

Like these societal stigmas aren’t true

But something about this feels quite natural.

It’s as if everything was meant to be.

(Wlw poem)