Love is Love

Shakespearean sonnet.

And the man expresses to his girlfriend;
'We are the same color. We are the same.
So why can't a man love a man, the end?
Why is love portrayed now as just a game?

The gays get the short end, the straights always win.
The 'normal' ones demolish their chances.
They cannot see what is so good within;
Gay stays behind, while normal advances.'

His mistress voices her own perspective;
'I can see why you're right, but it's just so wrong;
It really just isn't God's objective.'
He replies with a last statement so strong.

'It isn't who you love, boy, girl, dark, light.
Love is love is love, like night is just night.'