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My Love


We met in the winter time When the snow flakes fall and litter the ground with sparkles When the stars seem to shine ten times brighter When noses were red and cheeks were tipped red We met as outcasts Both come from pasts where bullies haunt Where we constantly look over our shoulders Where we don't like who we see in the mirror Where we are afraid to let people in We met as actors, sworn enemies I hated you, you hated me but only during rehearsals For we were in character You helped me learn to be mean for my role I helped you learn to be cocky for yours We met as friends Everyday we spent time together Before school and after, talking about everything No boundaries to what we discussed Everything was shared nothing was left a secret Best friends at its finest We met as a couple Before going on stage I kissed you for luck After performances we went out to eat as tradition We sat together still talking, never bored never ending We met as lovers Kissing me on stage when we were alone Kissing my scars telling me they were beautiful Kissing my forehead telling me "get well soon" Holding my hand when it felt like ice Holding me when we were alone Holding my heart even when we weren't together We met as star-crossed lovers When your parents found out we never talked You ignored me You were grounded Your parents didn't approve Yet they never met me But they still didn't like me We still talked during theatre But never more then that You would still tell me you love me though That was good enough for me We meet as secret lovers For now you hide it from your parents (Who I hope to meet) For now I hide it from my friends (Who don't understand the circumstances) I hope it wont always be a secret cause I see a future with you You have flipped my Claddagh ring, for you have taken my heart I hope to finally meet as Man and Wife.
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