Meeting out into the distant twilight,
A woman and a man, a dreamy sight.
Whatever their future holds,
A story, they once told.
Secretly meeting all the time,
This tells everyone that love is their crime.
A whispering " hello."
Means they got secrets to show.
A bruised ego,
That is what he has to let go.
If they want to make it work,
Stop that shameful hurt.
Now walking on eggshells,
He will put her through hell.
With many untold secrets to tell.
And excuses to sell.
©terrylin53
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