My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,and I should be grateful that she was altruistic enough to exist that way,for my own eyes follow hers with no cessation,and were her gaze like the sun,my own eyes would shrivel and burn,my mind sent mad at the endless daylight.She lets me rest, by her side,my heartbeat,…

As it all turns out,to be in love,or to be yourself,IS brave and stunning,no matter how much mumsnet mocks you for it.You love and you live in a free and fearless state,knowing that time is an ever changing thing,and that you could go back and forth,be acceptable or unacceptable on the whims of the rest…