I can be whomever you want
But this is who I am; not what I’m not
Muscles bulge beneath the skin
Over the ribs and heart within
The heart beats for those I love
Forever passed the life above
Woman and man did impart
More than this tender heart
With a heart, passion creates
Yet equal triumph I still await
A heart does not break by loss
More paths are still to be crossed
Paths are crossed along with trails
Miles and miles swiftly inhaled
Over hills and straight through books
Through forests and trees and brooks
Yet through the books and over hills
Solely friends can bring me thrills
So to them all my love adheres
No doubt lives; this love is clear
So I can be whomever you want
But this is who I am; not what I’m not
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