Holding hands beneath the benches,
Getting awkward to hug when around people,
While looking at those love bugs to freely be themselves in front of the crowd.
From veiled love confessions through out the day,
To meeting when the world turns silent.
Hiding in the closet,
Not being like the people out there.
Affirming through discrete lexicon,
Being the best of friends for the world,
While smiling for knowing the truth.
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