In shadows profound, where evening glow winds around,
Two spirits weaved, similar to harvest time leaves.
Taboo love, a murmured story,
In secret looks, hearts win.
Underneath the stars, their enthusiasm sprouts,
In the midst of the world's censuring miseries.
A dance of hearts, in quiet elegance,
Longing for a delicate hug.
In any case, destiny's awful hand, with iron hold,
Denounces their adoration, a sinking transport.
Limited by chains of cultural hatred,
However still, their adoration, similar to roses, conceived.
In murmured promises, they track down comfort sweet,
In undercover gatherings, their hearts thump.
Taboo love, a clashing tune,
Perpetually weaved, however universes might be off-base.
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