Love in the dystopian age I

 

In a world of sorrow and despair, Where darkness shrouds the land, Two lovers find a light so rare, And hold it in their hand.

They live in constant fear and dread, As tyranny reigns supreme, But in each other's arms, they find A refuge from the dream.

Their love is like a flower bright, That blooms in rocky ground, A symbol of hope in the night, A melody of sound.