'love' 'GLBT'
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My hand on your's
Face buried in your hair
Hiding a grin
Holding you close,
something sacred
Your eyes are trained on a movie
But there's a softness
A happiness in them
Under everything I am human
I was put here to love
Regardless of the color of my skin
Or who I choose to love
My skin may be too black to fit in with the whites
Your beautiful
I see you dancing in your red dress,spakling , showing skin on you I haven't seen
Your smiling
I can barely see your eyes your grinning so much, your full freckled cheeks must hurt
Your lauging
