Tuesday, 9 June 2015


Our Furtive love, was all we knew & all we had,

Deemed by society, as so sinful & really so bad,

Our trysts were well hidden & our kisses so fleet,

Notes passed under cloaks, for our hours to meet,

Our soft whispers escaped & our secrets then flew,

Falling upon ears of judges, & then everyone knew,

Signaled & pointed at, & cruelly pelted with stones,

But the love we had, was still so deep in our bones.

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