So maybe many of you say I'm mad
to look twice at you, or vice
versa. Perhaps they think a more suitable match
would be some nice, quiet, local lad
less like me and more like
everyone else. Perhaps I should have attached
myself to some more -
normal? More in with the crowd?
Ah well. My apologies to them if it's a bit
inconvenient, but you're the one I've fallen for.
But we'll have to wait until we're allowed;
we'll hesitate until they see fit
to offer us a smile or handshake or forgiving dove
to let us know we are permitted to love.