A Secret Love

His feet lead him onwards

Down the winding street

Crisp night air hovers about

Knocks at the door quiet

His secret love reveals

As he enters in, shadow follows

A shadow of guilt perhaps

But shadow can wait for now

He lies in the arms on she

His secret love, tenderly

Alone at home a woman wonders

Dares to suspect a damning thought

Passing it off for a dream

Returns slowly to realms of sleep

With a kiss the man leaves

Returns to his home, lie in eyes

At the table he sits, coffee is cold

Does she know, he wonders now

As he stirs her awake he sees

That at last, she sees no more!