Every morning, noon and night
for what seems like eons
I have waited patiently for someone to call my own.
When you arrived I wanted to shout it out,
show the world my joy
be the happy version of me I always wanted to be,
but tender is our love
we are silent.
One symbol
turning everything to something new
one that I have waited for.
The moments were captured between us by the ghosts,
our burning passion could warm an entire town
A forbidden love story
one that can never be known
until we opened our book for others to read.
How lucky are we to be part of the club
truest of love matches
and still the best kept secret.
At least, that is what I have dreamt of
a reality just like that.
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