Two lovers share a stolen glance,
The world would not approve.
Kindred spirits they must be,
The world could not disprove.
So, they sneak a furtive touch,
Where others cannot see.
Knowing it would never last,
When others will not plea.
Why oh why can love not be?
It does not harm another.
When our gentle lovers meet,
They only charm each other.
On the woodpile our lover’s chance,
To share a tender kiss.
They regret that they must leave,
And lose that tender bliss.
Time has passed and lovers gone,
The world has not stopped turning.
To find true love is never wrong,
The world has not stopped yearning.
The Dynamic Duo has once again provided me with a picture I could not resist. Thank you to Maggie and Dan over at nofacilities.com.