I loved her, but society forced me otherwise.
Our moment in time was pilfered by the so-called holy men who preach equality and tolerance. Her soul was pure as the Heaven’s unclouded day. Yet, her character, rights and liberties were all defined by the colour of her skin and the God she worshiped. We were divided by our colour and fragmented by our beliefs, yet love brought us together and made our lives complete.
Alas, our love did not live to see the morning sun.