The Colors I Had Not Seen

There was a story, softly told,

Of love that dared not fit the mold.

Two souls entwined, but not like mine—

A path I'd missed, a different line.

I watched them live in hues unknown,

A rainbow blooming, brightly grown.

In quiet spaces, hidden fear,

Yet love was love, that much was clear.

Their struggles whispered truths to me,

Of wounds I'd never thought to see.

A world where hearts must shield their glow,

Afraid of what the world might know.

But in their gaze, I saw a fight,

A yearning just to stand in light.

To love without a shield or chain,

To kiss without the weight of pain.

And in that moment, something stirred—

A knowing, once faint, now a word.

Empathy, a fragile seed,

Began to bloom, began to lead.

I saw their joy, their fear, their pride,

And something shifted deep inside.

For love, it wears so many skins,

And every heart, it sings, it wins.

Now, when I see those colors bright,

I understand their need for light.

Their fight is ours, their joy is free—

And in their love, I found new me.