She wakes up every morning, love in her heart and guilt in her head. A forbidden love doomed to fail. Modern day Romeo and Juliet. Her love is only matched by her fear. A love that crosses continents and traverses oceans. A love simple and pure, golden. Crushed underneath the only forces selfish enough to try, Religion and family. Traitorous little things, beliefs. Every belief will tell you itβs for your own good, Yet often they seem to crush the youngest and happiest into misery. Her love for him is battered and bruised, Pushed into the deepest recess she could find. Sheβll discover the only thing worse than forbidden love, Is the depression of forced separation.
I think some of the beauty in this poem is lies with your interpretation, so I shall refrain from telling you the "proper" interpretation.