Their love was like a fog in the green meadow,
Seen only at the early morning or light,
Or on the days cloudy and not so bright.
Their love was dark and maddening
Was so frightening,
For others.
For them it was smother
They dived hard and their souls were free,
They never tried hard, everything was as it was suppose to be.
Untamed and Wild,
Together they smiled,
And laughed like a child.
So breathless and unscathed,
But not safe from each other's wrath.
An illusion were they,
For the blind.
So they stayed away,
And find
Love not like us,
But the one that can only be discussed,
In the starry and dark nights,
Where one soul hold other tight.
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