Comments about Amy Wetzel
Here they meet, prepared to end
Forbidden love which cannot last.
Torn up hearts that will not mend
Their spoiled present, perfect past.
Tender touches, silent vows
Both remembered by these two.
Actions people wont allow,
Not ever this rendezvous.
Here they stand, two males alike
Each other they will always miss.
Apart they'll be from man's dislike,
A pact sealed with a precious kiss.