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We label it 'friendship', a bond so pure,
Yet whispers spread, of a love that's sure.
In secret, hearts may beat as one,
While the world sees what it has begun.
We say 'friends', in a casual tone,
But eyes betray, what hearts have known.
The line blurs, as feelings grow,
In this dance, our hearts learn to flow.
Let them call it what they see,
In truth, our bond is wild and free.
With every laugh, with every tear,
Our hearts beat in a love-friend year.
In this space between labels and names,
We find a love that plays its own games.
No definitions, no lines to draw,
Just two souls, connected, without a flaw.
We navigate the whispers, the gazes, the fears,
And in each other's eyes, find our own cheers.
It's not about what they're calling it,
It's about the love we find, in the friendship we live.
So let the world see what it sees,
We'll know the truth, in our hearts' symphonies.
Where words fade, and actions speak,
Our hearts entwined, in a love unique.
No need for labels, or societal claims,
Our bond is ours, in love's own games.
In this space, we find our own way,
Where friendship and love merge, day by day.
With every breath, our hearts beat as one,
In this love, our hearts have just begun.
©oriole_b
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