I’m covertly in love with someone,
who prefers that no one else know.
When I call him on his cell phone,
a faceless icon appears, yes, it’s so.
I’m forbidden to be on his Facebook,
for all his friends and family to see;
how could he explain my comments,
he says, and justify what he is to me.
We’ve lived two lives for years now,
outside, we are simply good friends;
but in private we morph into lovers,
burning with passion that never ends.
Now he’s talking rings and marriage,
but demands that I must first agree,
to keep the news that we’re husband
and husband, between us for eternity.
and husband, between us for eternity.
~gj duerrschmidt
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