His aura like a golden-red fire

A hedge surrounding him always.

One only I could see.

His hands were like wings,

Wings of escape from this world.

Beneath him lay the hatred I bore.

Hatred for the land and its rules.

For their countless piles of rules.

Around this hedge was fence.

We didn’t build this fence.

We don’t like this fence.

For it was unacceptable to love him.

A man as beautiful as this.

A face carved by the gods,

A smile glistened by the heavens.

He loved me, above his hands.

For I carried his heart in me.

As I carried his child in me.