Difference

Difference

I am thunder, a harsh sound to the ears.
You are a warm breeze, pleasant to our peers.
I am careful, anxious, and shy
While you let your beauty fly.

Love. A strange thing, isn't it?
I guess it shines through our difference.
This universe brings us dispirit,
But, love, we don't fear it.

We are lovers, but are judged when we can't hear.
We both know that sometimes, it's hard to hide the tears.
But we stay strong, hand and hand,
As we continue through this harsh land.

Some call you sin, not worthy of love,
But you, my dear, shine brightly above.
Most call me a freak, letting my family down,
But above my head, there stays a shining crown.

Love. A strange thing, isn't it?
I guess it shines through our difference.
This world tries to make us submit,
But, my dear, we don't listen to it.