Untainted.


Out of place , out of time 
Forbidden was our love
For deemed it was a crime 
By law we were doing our time.

Desire burnt in our hearts
Fears unmasked in our arts
She was there an inch away
Yet , our embrace was a foul play.

"Please" ,we whispered
"Not sorry", we marched
At the precipice of civilization
Love was our mutilation.

Will there ever be acceptance?
Will there ever be sustenance?
Is love what bothers you?
Or "who" that brings out the feud?

Her and a her ,him and a him
Why is it so against your whim?
We don't ask for your love anymore
Can we just love each other without gore.

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