A Kiss Lost to the Feud

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Introduction: Some love stories are never given the chance to bloom. Torn apart by rivalry, history, or fate, they exist only in what-ifs. This poem tells the tragic tale of a love caught in the crossfire of a world that would not allow it.

In the quiet dusk of separate lives,
Our hearts whisper across a chasm—
A secret language of smiles and unshed tears.
Two souls bound by longing,
Each beat echoing the other’s name,
Even as walls of lineage and duty rise high.

We stand on opposite banks of a forbidden river,
Where every stone and current is etched
With the history of our families—
Their voices, a chorus of unyielding tradition,
Drowning our dreams in a tide of “cannot” and “must not.”

Yet, in the hush of midnight’s embrace,
When the stars spill silver confessions
Across a velvet sky,
Your gaze finds mine in every constellation,
Reminding me that love is a quiet rebellion—
A promise that distance is only measured
In footsteps, not in the pull of our hearts.

I reach for you in the silent spaces between
The noise of expected duty and legacy,
Finding solace in the thought that,
Though fate has woven us apart,
Our souls entwine in a secret garden—
Where the bloom of our love defies every decree.

So, we live: so far yet so near,
Daring to dream beyond the family lines
That keep us apart by day—
Finding our union in whispered night,
In every fleeting moment of shared hope,
Where love, unbound by circumstance,
Continues to light the darkness.

💭 Reflection: Love should never be a casualty of war, pride, or rivalry. This poem reflects on what could have been if only the world had been kinder. Do you believe love can break through the chains of history and conflict? Share your thoughts below. Follow for more

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