I asked him to marry me 

but he refused to be mine;

disoriented by sexual identity,

but he still loved me so.

Bisexual or gay he was, 

living with a woman straight.

Wanted nothing to do with me, 

he had other “friends” too. 

They decided to get engaged, 

if only they had a little one. 

So they would marry in the springtime

to be united and two into one.

When I face him with conversation 

he shied away due to rejection;

I had disdain for him. 

Even though I loved him so. 

He admitted to me not to know, 

how he felt with feelings aglow.

His heart would have melted;

had he known my real feelings for him.

Having nothing to do with me,

he takes a step into the future; 

the day came to marry the woman,

and he became hidden in shadows.

Now they have tied the knot,

his wife became pregnant. 

He is feeling blessed with a promise;

not to be gay again never again.