In the depths of a forbidden love affair,
Where hearts entwined but secrets lay,
A tender flame ached with despair,
Though darkness shadowed every day.

"I will tolerate the misery," she whispered,
Those words etched upon her weary soul,
For their love was a secret, forbidden and blistered,
A tale of passion they could not control.

Her eyes, portals to a soul so pure,
Iridescent pools, longing to be seen,
But their love, a fire they must endure,
Amidst a world that their union deemed obscene.

Bound by decree to separate their hearts,
Yet destined to wander, two souls aflame,
They yearned to coalesce, to overcome the parts,
But the price of their love was burdened with shame.

Their stolen moments, hidden in the night,
A dance of whispers and illicit gazes,
A clandestine love, like a fleeting light,
Enthralling and consuming in its numerous phases.

The moon, a silent witness to their plight,
Mourning their passion that was never to be,
It bathed them in a pale, ethereal light,
A testament to love's unyielding decree.

She, like a fragile blossom, caught in this storm,
Yearns for a love that society denies,
Though the chains of duty keep them torn,
Their hearts entangled in forbidden ties.

The world may judge, may cast its scorn,
But they defy the boundaries that confine,
For a love so fierce can never be unborn,
A love that transcendence could never define.

In the hollow hours when their souls entwine,
They find solace amidst love's gentle sway,
Together they reign, suspended in time,
Their hearts soaring in a forbidden ballet.

"I will tolerate the misery," she vows,
Her love like a flame, blazing strong,
For in the shadows where their passion allows,
Their forbidden love will forever belong.

So they persist, in a love that's denied,
Walking on the edge of love's cruel abyss,
For in their hearts, they'll forever confide,
That true love knows no boundaries, amiss.

© Jolly