1. meliverde

The undercover lover
wasn’t one to love another
though he knew he’d never get her
he knew nor would he forget her
so he wrote her lovely letters
that he left her on her car.
of loathing pain
to love in vain
and only from a far.

oh the undercover lover
he had never had it rougher
how he toiled and he suffered
and he trembled and he shuddered
but he never could uncover
to the one he’d love forever
who was writing all the letters
cause he knew that if he ever
she would sever
his endeavor
but like this he would prevent her.

so he kept beneath his breath,
from then until his bitter death,
a love that he had fantasized
but never could
for his own good
reveal to her himself.

The End

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