My Enemy. {Homosexual Poem}

I feel strongly about this...Please, don't downrate.
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My lover stands in front of me;
My lover is my enemy.
Our love all seemed to make sense,
But our lies were our only defense.

Two lovers; we're plain to see,
Are simply two that are meant to be.
But of two who feel so much devotion,
There is very much commotion.

Walking alone on the streets one day,
Holding hands, people look in dismay.
A smile on our faces; we hold on tight,
For we won't give up this frightening fight.

Bang, bang; a gun is heard,
And suddenly it all seems absurd.
Holding my love tight in my arms,
Pray can I take her from harm...
But now it's my turn to look up and say,
"God, why are you being this way!
Out of discrimination, out of hate,
Was this really our final fate?"

I fell to the ground, no longer can I stand,
As I take her bloody head within my hands;
Pulling her close and glare at the sky,
As a tear falls gently from my eyes,
I look up and ask the very sky,
"Did anyone else see this woman die?"

A young woman came to me then,
A display of love, a display of no sin,
And in her sweet smelling arms she took me,
To tell me that my love could now be free;
I closed my eyes and finally cried,
Because of that night, my one and only died.

Our love all seemed to make sense,
But our lies were our only defense.
My lover stands no longer in front of me,
My lover was my soul enemy.