There's more to love than what you know
I know so many people who police love
Love, by its very nature shouldn't be policed
It just doesn't make sense
Please tell me this makes sense
It's the pull that makes people run to their lovers
It's the hum that buzzes in one's ears when one cannot stop
Thinking about their dearest
So where in this world of turmoil did someone get the idea...
That one should kill over another's love
Why would you say it's wrong to love another
Of the fairer sex
Sappho new better
If you are someone who would tell me
"You cannot love her"
I am ashamed of you
Someone once said that they didn't hate those who
Love in a way she didn't approve
But she couldn't agree with them on it
It begs the question...
Why?
Must you really stop the elated feeling?
Must you hate me for wanting wholly to be around her?
Must you point out that you can say what you want?
Must you say you are right?
So many have loved with all their hearts
And so many have hated for to whom we give our hearts
And I just want you to know this, once and for all
It's none of your business; just leave people be
