I never thought
that it would happen,
at this stage and age
Everyone loves me
at this point of life
but no one will dare to say,
“I love you, dear”
Wait until they hear the news
“How she fired-up his heart”
That is her beautiful art
It makes me love
our blossoming hearts
in the art of our caring sharing
We will weed and water
Our flowering love
to blossom in pure unity
Everyone used to think,
and make fun of our love
and watched us with a closed mind
But we met the watchers
best intentions to show
with unquestionable love
they accepted us
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