Who will bond their writing hand with a pen

And let their thoughts and feelings free flow,

Like the beauty of the falls undenied by the eye

On paper and canvas, their dancing arena,

Intertwined with passion burning our story to life?

When your family denies me of you, my love

Shunning the beauty that embraces the universe

My world darkens utmost without you, my lantern.

Whose miserable soul shall pick our heart

And let our story lodge in their dreams

Waking with heavy hearts, and they write it?

How I wish they could write us in the stars

Where we shall stand out in love

Embrace you again where they can’t touch us.