My Lover

My splendid lover knows my name
My true self in my heart
Though he and I are not the same
In phrase, or limb, or art -

Diverse tints, when they’re made as one
Create a lovelier shade
Than does the same dye layered on
With brush or trowel or blade

Against his masculinity
I’ve found I’ve no defense
It’s so - my love is not like me
- Viva la difference!