Just because they don’t approve, doesn’t mean I
shouldn’t smile.
Just because it isn’t accepted, doesn’t mean it isn’t
right.
Just because it isn’t final, doesn’t mean it can’t
endure.
Just because it is hidden, doesn’t mean it isn’t
pure.
It might not be the end, but what if it goes beyond?
It might not be all, but it still is much more.
More than we are taught, more than we expect
Yet, inevitably, impossible to accept
So be it, I don’t ask that either
Their approval they refuse
But, it’s happiness that I choose
For I know, however much be it
It’s mine, all
of it:
No less, No more.
