I heard a story of a broken man
Whose love they say was not how love began.
As two became a singular version,
He watched them with salacious perversion.
The animals around disdain the light,
And so he did not understand his plight.
Because the people said that he was damned
And thoughts he had were not what father planned.
He could not fight the confluence he saw
Of ingénue and herculean jaw.
So charmed he was that he resolved to say:
If God made thee, then who am I to stray?
About the poet:
Derek Wiltshire is studying Sport and exercise science and is currently in his 2nd year.
His future aspirations are to teach English literature and write an autobiographical novel.