Those hearts
They're beating with love
No discrepancy in rhythm
Hard, fast and true.

Those hearts
Should, would, can't be together
Because of the prejudices and glances
Of a culture that prides itself on freedom

Those hearts
Are discussed in the courtrooms the temples and cathedrals
Debates are made on the subject
Lines drawn in the sand which stones are thrown guiltily over.

Those hearts
Are a problem, my religion says,
Not right, not godly
Not the two parts of a whole

Yet those hearts
Are still two hearts that love and care And love for each other
What right does my straight-armed fist have to condemn something
That blossoms into that so much happiness.

Those hearts are holy.

Those hearts
Are a blessing for this wasted blasted dissected world
If love and peace are what bring in the light
Then I most definitely support it

A reflection on Mack and Lewis's Same Love