Breaking the curse

I propose a vacation, stranger than the current scenario: you and me in the moment.

Away from the current climate, the scenario of hatred, the curse trying to twist ’round us two.

Be like me, why should you care, g, when in this moment, the scenario of hate turns to ash, blows away, and still, to this very day, I love you?

People who picked on me for 30 years, and tried to turn you, my true love, against me, too.

Then for your love for me, turned against you, and tried to turn me against you too.

And they turned you against me a minute or two, and now I stick up for you.

They’re back, picking on me, accusing me of being untrue.

That’s they: hate-filled, but hate is gone, and love goes on, once again, going on forever, in us two.

Obviously, in their scenario outlined, they want power from love.

Draw life from my own, its unreal power, but illusion.

So do not care about what they claim, my dear-

Illusion is why they pick on you.

Because in love, you unmasked the truth: love’s real.

They seek again, to cloak that over with hate, and yet, they did not break us apart: true love our fate.

Cannot occur, nothing they can do: their scenario’s a fake world, really. Cannot encompass,

No power to grow: hatred’s an impossibile world.

In the real world, grows my love for you, and sprung from such trials, proves only this:

Our world is true, and that this the only scenario: us two.

Our own, strange scene, me and you, bears us gravity in this trip between:

Let’s invite them along, our very own kiss, the magical mystery, between you and me,

Create our own love scene, the real scenario that breaks the curse –

True love’s real fate: just to love you, sweet, and you love me, too.