Love has no gender.

Love can’t be limited

My gender ceased to exist inside me whenever I sing my feelings; soul has no gender.

Tears of missing you raced down my cheeks; please don’t go, your arms are my tears of joy

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

…the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don’t disfigure me in your eyes – because you know the price I pay for loving you …