UNTAMED LOVERS (2)

Follow my tune o’ gracious image

follow me even if it mean forgetting my adage

Is love not what my father’s seek therein the place of rest?

they are ashamed and decide to love in the silent haven

 

Our’s will be not an open secret

where even the moon shall peep and be jealous

the audience will freeze

that they may not feel the breeze

Of which we share in-between the lips

 

Greater our love shall be

than that of Romeo and Juliet for,

death with them, they shall never go the same path

Our’s shall be even beyond death wrath.