Behind a window pane,

She’s on the other side.

And to my seething pain,

The law dictates she hides.

Caressing foggy glass,

So painfully estranged.

I know this cannot last,

Each day I grow deranged.

So then I turn away,

In spite of fervent knocks,

I know they’ll call me gay,

I know the way they talk.

But given enough time,

It’s guaranteed to break.

My blood will spill like wine,

They burn me at the stake.

A fool only disrupts,

The mold of being man.

My mind must be corrupt,

How could I understand?

So surely I am sick,

They’ll tell me who I am.

“Your mind has just been tricked,”

“God has a perfect plan.”