They don't know about the love we have for each other.
Do they know about the silly nicknames we have for each other?
The hearty laughter we shared from our inside jokes?
Or the secret language that belongs strictly to us?

They don't know about the love we have for each other.  
Do they know about the intimate passion that we would constantly fall victim to?
The brief moments when we held heaven and hell in the palm of our hands & spoke to God?
Or the vulnerable moments where we released the private sections of our past?

They don't know about the love we had for each other.
Do they know that we used to be one soul but now we are just two bodies?
The days that we spent arguing and spilling tears over the silliest little things?
Or the day he released my soul so he can rest in the arms of his lioness?

They don't know about the love we had for each other.
Do they know about the fantasy world she trapped herself in to escape the life without him?
The nights she spent wandering when she would finally numb the aching pain?
Or the times she wished she could go back to her past & forget ever meeting him?

They will never know.