How

how I would have given anything
to whisper in your ears
that I love
to tell that I want to hold your hands
and kiss your lips

But your eyes were chilling swords
and your god an angry duke
who would have thundered me to death
for even thinking about being in love with you

Alas what deterred from steering into you
was not the fear of falling love
but the fact that social conventions
stand between me and wild love
like a wall of a thousand flaming bricks
ready to crumble
upon whoever wants to rumble

one though
I'll cross
that evil wall
and fall in love