PROLOGUE

Two wounded souls, both alike in identity
Meet as strangers searching for dignity.
The land of their birth denied them their dream
While they strove and fought their nation's scheme.
Held by stubborn fate, they built hardened shells
To protect themselves from their world of hells.
Each day brought them showers of bitter tears
From parents whose acts evoked frightened years.
They crossed paths at last, and sparks flew all night
But they loved so intense it caused a fright.
Two paternal angels stepped into the fray.
And gave them purpose and saved the day.
Then fate and dumb luck opened up their lives
And let them see love through each other's eyes.