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They sat and stood, all the way while staring,
At each other's clumsiness, thinking it is love,
But not once did they speak, no, they weren't daring,
He was like a mysterious owl, and she, an innocent dove.
They stole glances at each other,
Silently praying to God, they'd get to see their beauty up close,
They didn't make a move just because of their father and mother,
But their love ran in their blood, and everyday to every part of their body it flows.
Although their love for each other was inevitable,
They kept mum still,
But to the world, they were too feeble,
And thought of taking up some poisonous pill.
-r.f.
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