Can I tell you how much I love you

Through the whispering of the wind

Looking deeply into that gaze of yours

I’m steadily growing nervous

Can there be a feeling as intense as this

Why is it wrong

I frown inwardly at my cowardly denial

It comes out in huffs and puffs of breath

Into the cold winter where you can see it

My desires can’t be forgotten

Our touch is magical

It can’t be wrong

I fight for you day in and out My soul belongs to those green eyes I’m sucked into the blackened spiral When I can’t express my need for you I love you my brother Why is it wrong

Touch my lips with yours

Hold me in an embrace that will never die

But even as I yearn for you

Doubting you’ll feel the same

I torture myself, my convictions

I can’t be wrong

You are dying, my brother

The time passes so quickly

Will I ever get to taste you

Before it’s too late

I love you my brother

And that will never be wrong

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