I want to walk down a street and hold your hand, kiss you without the fear of being looked at by others by disgust or maybe its envy. Envy of we have a love that will last forever, we have a friendship which no one but us can understand, envy that they want that so bad that it hurts them it grabs a hold of their hearts and pulls, their angry even jealous they want it so bad. Its fear of never looking as happy as we do, the way when you laugh you put your hand to your face almost as if trying to cover your smile, the way you look at me as if I am the only one you ever want to see, like my face is the last you want to see as you leave this earth. Thats why when we walk hand and hand down a street we get look at so, it is because of envy, jealously, and of most fear.
We shall not fear, for I have you,
as long as I have you on my side I shall not fear.
