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.
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