She

She-

Is it wrong?

It's how I feel…

She's so sweet.

Her voice, 

A sweet lullaby to lull myself to sleep.

Her hands, all but clasp mine.

Jealousy.

Yet still, those hands, 

Hold my heart.

Who are you?

To say it wrong

When you haven't heard the sweet song

She sings,

Her embrace, warmer than 

the sun could ever be.

She is my sun.

...

I hold her close, her memory.

She's gone.

Because of you.

Because you deem it wrong.

Why is love wrong?

Why is her love wrong?

Why is she wrong?