With our fingers intertwined,
our fate that forever binds,
you are this love of mine.
Bear in mind,
though our hearts may not be combined,
I will never leave you behind.
In another state of mind,
we would be confined.
Chains, these chains are restricting our emotions,
influencing our notions.
Our hearts, forced to be realigned,
to fit in this perfectly warped mankind,
are blinded.
Impossibly possible,
Imperfectly perfect,
we are walking contradictions
we are against all sanctions.
Unorthodox you think we may be,
I resolutely disagree,
These words of yours,
are causing never-ending wars.
A seemingly unreachable peace
and conflicts that will never cease
we will find.
And yet, with our fingers intertwined,
our fate that forever binds,
you are this love of mine.