• Fingertips curled within soft locks

    Smooth skin pressed to blushing cherries

    "my love is to another" he mocks

    yet from his heart, his words aren't ferried



    succulent kisses and shadowed embraces

    notes passed on butterfly's wings

    his other is the one known to all faces

    but for our hidden visits, he'd jump through rings.



    passing through the streets; she hangs from his arm

    a puppet whose lost her strings

    trying to hide that she does not love his charm

    Like him, She's a found a lover behind the scenes



    Milky shadows and dampened doorways

    hold our love released as fire

    Her place in society sways

    His love for her is about to expire



    To a new love he flitters

    A new face to appease the crowd

    He returns to me, everyday, for winters

    His heart screams for my love,



    But never in front of the crowd.