A power so pure

So crippling that there can be no cure

Words that penetrate deep within my soul

And leave my mind no more than a dishevelled hole

A power so pure, it is hard to cope

After this feat, humanity surely has some hope

I feel as if he was speaking directly to me

A power so pure I begged for a trans-orbital lobotomy

A power so pure, I blinds my mind, I can hardly see

The only things that fits, is some groovy Kenny G

Such determination for such a noble goal

I feel as if I have suffered an enema of the soul

A power so pure, I can almost hear the Judish child

Words so passionate that they make Wilfred owen seem mild

I have no vocabulary capable of conveying what I want to say

Other than the fact that I love you because I am gay...