First day of grade school, the teacher made a roll-call.
A boyish name was called, yet a girl stood.
The teacher asked for confirmation
And the class murmured, amused.
The last name was called,
one usually for a girl, yet a boy stood.
The class murmured again, and tease them together.
They both just smiled and looked at each other
Thinking again why they have such name
One they have to accept because that's what their parents had given.
Who would have know it will be the start
Of a love story that the others will never have
Since their's is a love that is one of a kind.
Now with a smile in their lips, and love in their eyes
They face each other in a beautiful altar
Putting a ring in each one of their fingers
Exchanging 'I do's' as they married each other.
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Unspoken Words
PuisiA collection of poems brought to you by: personal feelings and imaginative mind. ^_____^