you are black, as to i am white.
you are as dark as the evening sky, as to i am pure as the white walls in italy
we are different. my likes are your dislikes and your hobbies were my fears.
we could never be paired with each other because we contrast.
we are never meant for each other because of our differences.
yet, even though we are different, yet even though it is illegal.
i somehow, have fallen in love.
fallen in love with your actions, with your beauty and your humor.
the things i found alluring about this, is that i begin to appreciate you even more than i could imagine.
I began to glance at your beauty and smile at your actions.
I began to write poetry about you, about what have I been feeling.
hindering the conflicting love i have to the person whom i shouldn't fall in love with to the people's eyes.
as i start to gain affection to your astonishing presence, you started to gain affection to the pale lady contrasted with you.
you questioned your feelings as much as i questioned mine before, you felt muddled at first, at your unusual feelings for a lady whom you didn't know you'd love.
yet, you fell deep into my beauty and we finally linked feelings.
we were different, different from the rest.
different from all the lovers out there.
we are called one, we had a contrast like no other.
even though we are two different individuals, we linked together as one.
you are black, as to i am white
you are as dark as the evening sky, as to i am pure as the white walls
