My Fingertips

My finger tips trace,
The lines on your face,
Were the years have touched him,
So painful.

We reside in a place,
We must leave with such haste,
Hateing eyes watch us,
So disdainful,

As we rest at a tree,
I hope you can see,
Our love was not meant,
To be forbidden.

As I look in your eyes,
I see only lies,
But forever your feelings,
Are hidden.

And soon you will know,
With the sound of the crow,
That to defy you was not,
Our intention.

Alone now we stand,
Hand in hand,
As we silently,
Defy convention.

Though we have lost,
Much to our cost,
We have gained everything,
I have dreamed of.