A catastrophic love.

Social stagimas aside; in a world of their own,
They stood poised, their strange love is blown,
Their families shamed and friends shrugged,
All that remained was her pain of losing her beloved.

Intentions so pure, fear of no wilful betrayal,
Embracing moments of blissful today,
Rather than tomorrow's episodes of evil,
They led a nomad's life before being castaway.


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