Love stares back at me - eyes twinkling, asking.
But it is a dangerous love.
A touch here and there, a soft kiss; a feel.
Not to be known, not to be seen.
A secret love.
Can we hide our little secret? Or will they know?
Are they watching us? Or do they turn a blind eye?
Keeping our masks on at day, we slip them off at night.
Slowly, daring, lovingly; caressing, a fleeting kiss.
And it burns but if feels so good
Not to be known, not to be seen.
Will they know as we gaze at each other?
For just a little too long; an understanding passing between us
You ask me; love in your eyes and it is reflected by mine
They never have to know
But I wonder.....
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