Everyday I think of you,
you make me smile
and brighten my days.
But they don't understand.
They don't share our secret.
What will they say?
Will they shun us?
Scorn us?
Hate us?
All for what we are?
Like unwanted flaws...
It's more than personal now.
If they don't agree,
they'll chase us down,
drive us apart
or try to anyways
no matter how much they fail...
I fear for your safety.
Should we take our time?
Should we hold our fire?
My arms ache to hold you close,
but these blockades keep me cold...

The End

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