Smuggling

The Government of Yourheart
Once decided, in arbitrary fashion,
As governments are wont to do,
To impose trade restrictions
On the to and fro
Between these two hearts
That share a common people.
Left with not much choice,
Than to lose his floundering business,
This poor trader and loved one,
Resorted to underhand tactics.
So everyday, he'd smuggle,
Across a hostile border,
A flirtatious thought,
A smile,
A glance,
A moment's dreamy gander.
And the strangest thing he found,
As he plied his lovelorn trade
In heartfelt word and verse and kiss,
That the government's most ardent efforts
To crack down upon his unlawful business
Just went, as always, amiss.
The people of Yourheart, it seems,
Wanted the goods he plied,
And when his love, he professed,
Yourheart, with love, replied.
And so things went along,
Under the Government's nose,
And that, I guess,
Is just how,
A story like this goes -
Till one day the regime changed,
At least the trading one,
And no more limits placed,
Or tariffs or quotas either,
Though, this trader,
To be true,
Paid heed to neither.
And a great rejoicing was heard,
Though not a thing had changed,
The love, you see, if you'll look
Had kept on flowing through.
It mattered not, to anyone,
What the Government sought.
So despite the best efforts
Of a draconian regime,
The barriers were lifted
And, at last,
An 'Us', a 'We',
Well... it just existed.