A Love Affair Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

It was merely coincidental,
that we met in the hospital.
I work as staff in the laboratory,
while you stay at the dormitory.
Then we set near the lobby,
as you became my hubby.

It was surely substantial,
to talked about commercial.
You gave me your number,
am sure mine you remember.
First we exchanged innate thought,
later its love notes we often sought.

It was clearly incidental,
kept an affair confidential.
Our secret had gone fonder,
each mating we were bolder.
We ventured the seas of fantasy,
as we savored the nectar of ecstasy.

Now what remains are memories,
an elicit affair in forbidden love stories.
Yet ours was sweet destiny to cherish,
a kind of love affair that cannot vanish.
It may be wrong to the eyes of morality,
but who is perfect in love in this society?