TW: mentions of death, mentions of lgbtq+
(Inscribed at the behest of a cherished friend's plea, I'm compelled to cloak their love, albeit discreetly. Ashamed, I must shroud their affection with care, For closed minds and cruelty, love's bloom cannot bear. Instead of solace, kind whispers, or gentle embrace, Hate's venomous arrows find hearts, leaving a trace. So, reader, tread softly, let compassion ignite, For in love's tender dance, bigotry finds no right.)
In the golden hues of dawn's embrace,
Two souls entwined, in love's sweet grace.
One, a beacon of joy, a radiant light,
The other, serene in the still of night.
Their love a symphony, a melody divine,
A dance of hearts, a rhythm entwined.
The sunshine boy with laughter's glow,
His lover, the quiet, in shadows below.
Hand in hand, they walked life's lane,
Through fields of hope, amidst whispers of pain.
Their love a secret, in a world unkind,
Bound by the fear of what they'd find.
But in the warmth of their tender embrace,
They found solace, in each other's grace.
The sunshine boy with his infectious smile,
His love found solace in his gentle guile.
Yet, shadows lurked in the corners deep,
As secrets whispered, their hearts would weep.
For the quiet one, with his books and thoughts,
Knew the world outside held dark plots.
Their love discovered, by eyes unkind,
In the cold glare of judgement blind.
Parents, rigid in their faith's decree,
Forced them apart, from what could be.
Tears fell like rain, in the dead of night,
As they bid farewell, to love's sweet light.
The sunshine boy, with his heart so pure,
Watched his love fade, in shadows obscure.
Alone, he walked, through the misty gloom,
Haunted by memories, in love's dark tomb.
But fate, cruel mistress, had yet to play,
A final act, in this tragic display.
In the chill of winter's icy breath,
Came news of tragedy, like the sting of death.
The quiet one, with his soul so still,
Had departed this world, against love's will.
And in the silence, of grief profound,
The sunshine boy, with tears unbound,
Clung to memories, of love's sweet song,
As the echoes of their love grew long.
In the tapestry of life, their story told,
Of love's bright flame, and hearts grown cold.
Two souls, torn apart by hate's cruel hand,
Bound by love, in eternity's stand.
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