Lesbian Poetry

My Window

I am looking out my window, trying to believe
that what we have is believable to concieve.

She has my soul, my life, and my heart,
wondering if our love is enuff for us to start.

I smile as I think of what we will be,
looking at our future, and sighing as I see.

I see us married, happy, and walking on the beach,
I see a house, a kid, and a tree, is it all too far to reach.

This is what I see as I wonder through my mind,
when I feel like there is no hope and my stomach is in a bind.

As I look out my window, there sits the tree,
I look below the branches, and there sits you and me.