The heart is heavily laden
Like a pregnant rock,
Waiting to vent cold fire
Without chewing words.
Though stuck by the fracases of fate,
Why pay heed to the lips of our foes?
Who vowed to keep us
Closely apart.
The blood ties have untied
Our real enemies,
The genotype and phenotype,
Have kept us on a crossed road.
If wishes were horses,
I will deafen the warnings of science,
And walk you down the aisle,
And reap the fruits of my fate.