So in love, but so trapped, they resort to litte touches,

forced to lie, though one of them is quite bad at it,

but the touches continue…

though they used to have a choice,

they don’t anymore

and my heart breaks,

because they can’t be who they are.

Even though what they feel is natural and pure

connected,

brave,

they are still forced to hide 

a love most people spend their whole lives seeking.

What if 

you found

 a love like this?

Why should you have to hide?