[AlexF]

In a realm where hearts embrace the night, Two souls entwined in love's soft light. Butch and femme, their spirits dance, A symphony of passion and romance.

Butch, strong and fierce, like a tempest's rage, A lioness in a tender cage. Her heart beats wild, her spirit free, Yet, in love's presence, she finds tranquility.

Femme, gentle as a whispered breeze, Her love a balm that eases, appease. With grace and charm, she draws them near, A goddess, captivating, without peer.

In their union, a balance formed, A love that's daring, yet adorned. Strength and tenderness intertwined, In each other's arms, they find peace of mind.

Their love defies the world's decree, Breaking chains that sought to decree. For love knows not the bounds they seek, In every shade and hue, it finds its peak.

Their hearts alight with passion's flame, Butch and femme, they are not the same. Yet, together, they create a tapestry rare, A love so bold, a love so fair.

Through judgment's eyes, they face the storm, But true love weathers, like the oak stands strong. Their souls entwined, they find their way, Bound by love's force, come what may.

In the beauty of butch and femme's embrace, Two halves converge, two hearts in chase. For love knows not the names we wear, It sees the soul, the love we share.

So let them love, and let them be, In this world of infinite diversity. For in the tapestry of love's grand art, Butch and femme etch their names on the heart.

Alex