My love for you so deep, so wide.
My love for you I cannot hide.
My love for you concealed too long.
My love for you, how can it be wrong?
My love for you so sweet, so pure.
Your love for me, a constant lure.
I need your hug. I need your kiss. I need your touch.
It's you I miss, I need so much.
My love for you so deep, so wide.
My love for you I have to hide.
I've cried. I've tried to keep our love -- a love denied.
A love denied by society.
Never, my love, denied by me.
My love for you will always be.
My love for you may seem wrong to some.
But, I'll love you until time is done.
Our love is real.
Our love, a must.
Our love will never be denied by us!
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Susan Wilkins
I write stories and poetry. Lately I have put up a science fiction story and a children's story. I love to write and Vocal has given me a platform to do that. P.S. I love reader comments! Let me know what you think. Please enjoy!
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