I see your face and I'm set for the race
but our essence is covered with pretence
and our senses shrink, even under the lenses
but our faith everly grows, yet no one knows.
We must, we must'nt, its right since we haven't
difficult is our choice, love is our noise
Your mouth speaks no, your eyes seeks yes.
Have some ice, and in our hearts it lies.
Come, lets run, and have the best of fun
No, lets stay, and we won't have a way
we remain blessed, but stressed, and messed
We will be cursed, to take our bidding
for the love we nurse is forbidding.
This is based on two lovers who belonged to different and rival tribe and religions, but lived in the same region.
This is good. Well written spot on Boy!