Disapproved

I do not think it probable
That this will not end well for us;
Sure, there are insults lobbable
At us, and skin is quite porous,
So they may wound. Yet we are strong
And who cares what the others think?
We two alone can get along
If we don't let them make us sink
Down to their level. We must be
As high as we have ever been
So that no word of injury
Can ever make us think we sin.
We must be powerful, and brave
Or else our love may be our grave.