I often sit and wonder why my happiness makes others think i'm a disgrace
I feel left out at home
I haven't had a real conversation with my mother in two years
I love my sister but only talks about her day and she never listens to others
I only feel happy when i'm with my first and only love
Yet no one understands that
Why can’t my mother understand that i am not in my will to love my girlfriend the way i do
It is not in my will but i'm glad i do;
For i do not wish to be with anybody that is not her
I love how her droopy low-setting eyes look at me
I  have become amorous on how her humble lips meet with mine
I ardor the feeling of a million butterflies gushing in my stomach as to when she say's " i love you "
I cherish how we can trust each other and not feel the need to lie
I adore her gentle hands when they are combined with mine
I fond of her sleepy peaceful voice telling me " goodnight " at 4 a.m.
I rapture the feeling of fervor and the way my heart pounds for her every time she call me baby
I feel appreciated and beautiful when i'm with her
By reason of her constantly telling me
I'm so deeply in love
For she has done nothing but good to me
And that's exactly what she will get in return