Meaning so well, but misguided, they chirp,
“Where do you think this will all end, with him?
He’s not our type, he just disrupts our lives!
You have changed, we all see, not for better.”
Do you hear this and doubt, or see matters
Differently? Have they taken the dive
To swim in your waters? Or, on a whim,
Play sticky games with your life, like syrup?
We dream of brighter days living in love
And know where true destiny lies for us.
Not living to fit their expectations
Fitting where we expect our salvation.
Naysayers cease, and we’ll still ride this bus
I’ll stand with you; our hearts fit like a glove.
© 2017 David W. Palmer