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I am not yours,
and you —officially— are not mine,
but in the shadows
we find each other,
where time stands still
and our skin guides us,
in a whisper, in a touch,
in the eyes that speak.
In the dark night,
your laughter is my mantra,
the secrets of the soul
lay bare life,
and even though fate
shows us its trap,
we know how to light
the burning flame.
I am not yours,
and you —officially— are not mine,
but in every encounter,
in every sign,
we write a verse,
a life story,
two souls wanting
to be more than a ritual.
Hmmm! very romantic.
I see a dieing desire for one another. The burning fire of love that could not escape each others arms,
The two love birds can only be each other's partner officially when the get married in the eyes of God and man. So they would no longer hide their love for one another.
This is a beautiful story. well done