The confused story with logic left out

I start this story like every other there is a girl there is a boy there is love there is pain

Yet what will make this different why the people them selves

Yet as I walk I mindlessly talk to myself holding the branch of pale pink flowers in my hand as I wander I look forth to spy in my right eye non other than a fox then I think to myself are we life dogs are hounds no matter what the dog dose it is still a hound like I am in love I cant change that I'm in love yet a hound has no meaning for the British pound much like I do when love is a partner in my life

So as I sit here typing I smell the pink petals and think to my self how much joy I would feel f each morning I would stand out side and smell this wonderful sent thought I know my flowers will wilt much like I will with time so spend it well I shall to the world I leave my poems to my love I leave my heart

So why am I talking as I and not as the other who looks above to tell you how it is? Because this is personal so here I am telling you who I am other than a man


Yet I may have my feelings for those of my sex yet this cant beat how I feel for a cur tan person so she is no a he and yet as part of her loves me the other still like bad water and resents that I'm not there to love her or is it that I did not’t treat her well form the beginning all I know of is that beauty isn’t me and physical appearance doesn’t make me who I am there for to look at me as all do a judge the book by the cover you become a fool for missing out on a person most emotional and with love to spare and always wanting to share and care

Yet is it love or do I still think I only want some one for years I will ask this yet the feelings I hold for the girls who callers her self broken my heart is always open…yet advantages taken hate will always be absent till that day some time far in may when I hope to convey my love

With a dove a ring will be brought to my on knee I will was those magic words that few will realise