Secret Wensday

we meet here each Wensday

our secret place

not free to love openly

 

fear and regret our dinner partner

so quiet we are

having said all there is to say

 

sweet endearments flirting eyes

now downcast afraid to look to love

this is our last time togrther

 

sadness fills my heart

for I would love you more and more

now as we leave our hands touch once again

 

 

 

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About beloveddreamer486

I am a poet and and an artist.
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