Misunderstood man, torn apart
By the words and actions of those around
But still, I hold onto love that I've found
In the eyes of my companion, shining bright
A beacon of hope in the darkest night
But even they do not truly see
The depths of my love, the real me
I long for understanding, for connection
To be seen and heard, without objection
But I find solace in the love we share
A bond that shows me someone does care
Family, too, can be a source of pain
Misunderstanding, conflict, the strain
But in their eyes, I see love as well
A love that's deep, though hard to tell
Through the struggles, through the tears
I've learned that love can conquer fears
That even in moments of despair
Love is always present, always there
And as I look towards the horizon new
I see a brighter future, a different view
Of love as more than just a feeling
But a force that's powerful, healing
So though I may be misunderstood
I know that love is still good
And I'll hold onto it, strong and true
For love is what will see me through.
(Thank you, Ian for this special poem)
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