Waking Chances

White light and fierce love,
My hand fits in yours like a glove.
Dark eyes with a strange glare,
A sight made for me to stare.

A pure heart you’ve shown,
Oh how my love has grown.
Holding my breath,
We whisper softly in depth.

A story unfolds,
Though others will not be told.
For the risks are to great,
Too much is at stake.

Their love cannot wake.
Later in life that’s a chance they can take.
Then they’ll be free,
To pursue their own dreams.


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