As the days go on,
When will it be so?
Anon
And the sun continues to rise and fall,
We are still required to talk behind closed doors,
To never admit to the world our eternal flame;
A flame not supposed to be seen or heard
Until permission has been given and blame forgiven;
A linking of the souls of two persons,
From two totally different backgrounds,
Joined only by the force of the unknown,
A spirit that watches and knows the longing,
Equally knowing the pain.
When can we hold our heads high,
Admitting to all that nothing can touch us,
As we walk hand in hand towards the sunset of our lives,
And the dawn of our love.
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