I am not your Juliet
neither you are my Romeo
We are no Petrarch and Laura,
nor Dante and Beatrice.

We are us,
Unforgiving Lovers
Disdainful and Distrustful
of Past, Present and Future
of the day to come
and the day long gone

You are all Pine
and me an Apple Orchard
together, yet torn apart
We shall remain forever.

We have been disapproved,
by Society,by Family
By God.

Yet we are together-apart.
We are Lovers
of stars
of heartache
of desire.