A Kiss Lost to the Feud
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 sil...