In the realm where stars softly weep,
A tale of loveOur
forbidden, runs deep.
Two souls entwined, yet worlds apart,
An impossible love, a fractured heart.
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In moonlit nights, our secret´s embrace,
Whipers of longing in a hidden place.
But a fate, a cruel and relentless guide,
Keeps us apart, on this endless ride.
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You´re the sun that warms my darkest day,
Yet, we dance in shadows, our love in dismay.
Like two ships passing in the cold, vast sea,
Our love, a dream, that can never be.
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Though we can´t touch, our spirits entwine,
In this forbidden love, forever, we´ll shine.
Through the tears, and the trials we bear,
In our hearts, this love, we´ll always care.
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So, let our love be a bittersweet song,
In the quiet moments, when we both long.
An impossible love, yet beatiful and true,
In this world of dreams, I´ll always love you.
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Marina Batista
My name is Marina Prates, and I have had a passion for writing for quite some time. I write about various subjects that interest me, and I hope you enjoy them. Happy reading.
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