Postcard

Only to hold your hand in mine, 

makes me forget my tears

Hope on my pathway seems to shine. 

The sad world appears. 

When in your eyes love light I see, 

all the sad world is true-telling me

that you are to me

all that I am to you. 

NE 

Dunlop, Mo, Aug 25, 1911

We have always been here, we gay-shaded people.  There has always been love between men, often never consummated.  Love makes the sad world bearable.  We should celebrate it and be glad it exists.