I held her hand and walked a mile,Silence trickling conversations awhile.Years of friendship have kept us strong;Won’t let her fall, won’t let her wrong.
She whispered to me, her abysmal desires,Her mysteries, her secrets, her fire, her dire.I listened to her, mine, a secret wish, a fond;That someday, our amity will go beyond.
Fell in love and that deemed a crime,Grave punishments, said oh so grime.Love’s mercy lies eight years of friendship;The tightened bond, the loosened grip.
I held her hand and walked a mile,The last mile and a stranger’s smile.

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