How can the world conceive itself complete
While it stays unaware that we are one?
Your eyes speak volumes when our gazes meet.
‘Tis meet that we have shared our tale with none.
We feign disinterest that’s nearly cold;
A lie that, on the surface, I accept.
Your touch expresses passion well controlled
Within a shell of silence, sternly kept.
The sweetness that you offer me has fed
Such dreams as are unfit for prudent ears.
Your lips say nought, and nothing need be said
Though we’ve not been together many years.
In silence will I plead for my delight:
My friend by day; my greatest love by night.
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