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Love is Love

I will love whom I shall please

Even be you ill at ease

No matter is the form it takes

Nor how great the thirst it slakes

For love eclipses other wants

Thru corridors of souls it haunts

A flame that cools as much as burns

The teeming ache that ever yearns

And should I feel the scorn of eyes

That dare to judge the one I prize

I will scratch out every peeper

For thee I've found is clear a keeper

And wrapped in fur from tail to nose

We can live in sweet repose

Until the day the world should see

That love is love and leaves us be

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