I want to meet you in a world beyond from the right and wrong,
Where we smile all along.
Far from these monotonous norms,
A place where our love transforms,
From seed, it blossoms into a flower,
And we live happily in our bower.
A domain in which we are not judged by surnames,
Mingling of contrasting ranks isn't a mark of shame.
But in reality, it's not a feasible,
So, for you I'll become invisible,
To lessen our pain of departure,
Allowing no yearning to further nurture.

© Calliope_Writes68
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