I'll still love you anyways

A poem about how I used to ask god why he made me gay

I pray to you at night,
I ask you everyday
Why? Why o'Lord
did you make me gay?
With feelings so deep
Life feels so steep,
Everyday I slip
Because it's hard to grip
the slick slope of reality.
I dont ask for much,
Just your touch.
And to hear you say
Its ok.....
I'll still love you anyway....