Walking on eggshells in the name of somebody’s ‘care’,
Being questioned about your every move here and there,
Where acceptance comes after perfectionism,
Where life is lived after someone’s permission,
Is not love and never my kind of love.
Where him and I enjoy n thrive equally, unitedly as well as separately,
Where even after staying for a long time apart, trust persists in the heart,
Where no one else’s opinions matter, our mutual understanding is better,
Where we feel so free, we become bound in that freedom’s ecstasy,
That’s my love, that’s my kind of love.