Poem 28

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In the shadows, where whispers dwell,
Louis and Harry, their hearts swell.
A love so pure, yet kept unseen,
In a world that's harsh, and often mean.

Behind closed doors, their souls entwine,
In secret moments, they find the time.
A gentle touch, a stolen kiss,
In hidden places, they find their bliss.

The world outside, so cold and cruel,
Forces them to play by its rule.
Their love, a treasure, kept inside,
In fear of judgment, they must hide.

In crowded rooms, they share a glance,
A silent promise of their romance.
Their eyes speak words they cannot say,
In the light of day, they must betray.

They dream of days when they can be,
Open, honest, wild, and free.
No more shadows, no more lies,
Under open, endless skies.

But until then, they wear a mask,
To hide their love, a painful task.
Their hearts ache with every beat,
In secrecy, their love's deceit.

Yet in the night, when stars align,
They find a world that's only theirs to define.
A universe where love is king,
Where they can laugh, and dance, and sing.

Louis and Harry, side by side,
In the darkness, they confide.
Their love, a beacon, burning bright,
In the quiet of the night.

They hold on tight to dreams of when,
They'll walk as one, just like other men.
Their love, no longer in disguise,
Shining bright before the world's eyes.

For now, they wait, with hearts so true,
In the shadows, they make do.
But one day soon, they'll break the chains,
And love will pour like summer rains.

Louis and Harry, brave and strong,
In each other, they belong.
Their love, a force that can't be tamed,
One day free, they'll be acclaimed.

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