This love.

This love,

We're too scared to have.

This bond,

We declared sacred to keep.

This complicated love,

This uncomplicated bond,

Is ours now.

Tomorrow is far.

Please, my friend,

- Never in pain and distance -

Frown on these moments,

With bitterness and vain

These seeds,

may never become trees,

to shelter our children's play

or even cover our graves,

But please,

Never declare them pests

or deny that we

planted them together.

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I found a friend. I found a lover. We are not meant to be, and sometimes I am afraid that he will be angry because we were.

Unable to make podcasts, but here is a link to a video reading: http://youtu.be/B4B7zCtxG0o

Sam Rasnake, Aug 20, 2011

I like your approach to line throughout. And especially like your use of commas -

"These seeds,
may never become trees,
to shelter our children's play
or even cover our graves,

But please,"

Enjoyed the piece.

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