I danced at your door, not knowing if I wanted or deserved entry.
I sang at your window, not knowing if I Wanted or deserved hearing.
I called out your name Not knowing if I Wanted or deserved answering.
I’ve turned towards you, Not knowing if I’ve Warranted or deserved Remembering.
I’ve shed real tears, Not knowing if I’ve Warranted or deserved Comforting.
I’ve stood very still, Not knowing if I’ve Warranted or deserved Holding.
I’ve waited so long, Not knowing if I’ve Warranted or deserved Meeting.
I’ve been confused Not knowing if I’ve Warranted or deserved Clarity.
(By the Poet Warrior, extra ordinary words from an ordinary man. reproduced with permission. To read more of his poems, click here)
If the door shuts, do not go away.
Be patient, even if every possibility seems closed.
The friend has secret ways known to no one else knows.
– Rumi –
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and
It seems to me I can look over and behold them in Germany,
Italy, France, Spain,
Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or Japan, talking other
And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become
attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,
I know I should be happy with them.
From ; The “Calamus” a cluster of poems in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. These poems celebrate and promote “the manly love of comrades“. Most critics believe that these poems are Whitman’s clearest expressions in print of his ideas about homosexual love.