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He and I walk down the street
Openly.  The stares we meet,
Lovers, both of the same sex,
Defying – they think – Nature’s laws.
Insidious, perverse.  It gnaws,
Nauseates them, and it wrecks...
Goodness knows what.  That our act shows
Happiness in being close
And loving one another so?
Neither your sneers nor mutterings
Disturb the peace this closeness brings...
Strength, too – a strength you’ll never know.