love's campu's

In hallways wide, where minds all grow, A different truth starts to softly show. Not just a friend,but something more, A key that fits a hidden door. Two girls who walk, hand held in hand, A secret flower in the land. Two boys who share a knowing glance, And give a quiet heart its chance. The world may talk, may not approve, Of this unique and special groove. But in the heart,the soul knows best, This love is not a failed test. So let it be, let spirits free, To love who they were meant to be. For in these halls,we learn to see, What makes a true identity.