The slamming of doors
The distant drums
The feather dancing in the wind
The echoed cries
The kiss goodbye
As fire plays on their tongues.

The world is forgotten
Their dreams scream
Of days to come
And days long gone.

They lived in their world
Never looked out
But always on
The sights they saw
Were forever.

They were young
Knew nothing of the world
That existed beyond their own imaginations
They couldn't see
How innocent they were.

Until one day the real world slapped them
Cold, hard, and unforgiving.

Their silence was broken
And they fought.

They fought for their rights
They fought for that world that they knew
And loved.

The outside world tried with all of its energy
To tear the Lovers apart.

But Love?

Love is not a game
Love is not something to toy with
Love is what makes us who we are.

We are the Lovers.

Even when the world tries to make us hard
We must remember the kindling of hope
The small light that is within us.

Then, when Love comes again
That hope will ignite for the world to see
To feel the warmth of our blaze
And remember what Love is.

Because Love?

Love is who we are.