There was no difference in our appearance

Before that adult interference

Subtle hints of disapproval

Then that play day blank refusal.

At five I could not understand

One minute we were holding hands

Playing games side by side

I’ll be husband you’ll be bride.

But in time we grew older

Things became a little colder

The attitude had left a scar

She was a migrant from Myanmar.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )