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If you spill your secrets to the breeze,
Don't blame the wind for laying them to light.
Once said, words are disclosed, even to trees.
And claim peace in the leaves that rustle and fight.
Whispered tales of a hidden flame,
In the depths of our hearts, it silently burns.
A secret love that dare not claim,
A fire that no one else discerns.
We trekked to soft spots in search of love.
To be close to the realm, he settles his heart.
It's likely we'll cross paths at the shrine above.
over eternal embrace where lovers ne'er blart
Our love is hidden away, beyond any sight.
Where passion is hidden in shy delight.

Where passion is hidden in shy delight.
He'll clearly respond to my courting cry.
It's streaming from the cloudless skylight.
A ravishing female admirer of stature sway.
Aching souls yearn to be set free.
In the shadows, we find solace.
But fear and doubt hold us silently.
where our love can flourish and promise
Each touch, each kiss, a forbidden delight,
Whispered tales of a hidden flame,
Igniting a spark that burns through the night
A love that's played a dangerous game
A flapping of my wings on your breast
We must prevail despite the quest.

We must prevail despite the quest.
A relationship that cannot be broken.
It's likely that this hushed hunger won't rest.
Will always win; there will be no loss spoken.
When our souls start their adventure.
In the path of the stars core radiance.
I'll be the glow that heals your venture.
And supply you to me as a valiant lance.
Our souls were united and entwined for all time.
A secret fire, according to the rumor mill.
In a love that is uncommon and sublime.
A fierce affection with no label, yet still.
I will be the prettiest flower in your vase.
Forget the rest of the world and snag grace.

Forget the rest of the world and snag grace.
Which path may I pick in this weird maze?
Ways are all over, but I'm lacking one place.
On the right wing, I burn with love and praise.
Which clear path leads to the bliss of the soul?
Choice wings move while happiness delights.
There was no place for trivial reasons as a whole.
Our straight thinking is twisted by our austere plight.
Blessings are most potent when ignited by love.
The source of peace is the burning blaze of zeal.
The everlasting candle, fueled by the oil above,
Emblem of trust and the basis for a future reveal.
We waltz in the gloom, and our love is ablaze.
With every secret touch, we regain our gaze.

With every secret touch, we regain our gaze.
One pulse echoes the other in a glorious way.
A love so deep, draped in endless joy and praise
Gentle as melody, ethereal as spray
True goodness is love, and its finale is a delight.
His sparks are thrills, and his knots are love's force.
There is no stain, and the whiteness is bright.
In a spot where nothing may dim his source.
Although others may look down on us.
Our love will be proven shortly, as we both believe.
With nothing but whispers and sly looks of fuss.
Random happenings rise to our love, then leave.
Then love, comply, and hope to soak up his might.
And allow his valiant realm to be a bright light.

And allow our valiant realm to be a bright light.
Who, in the future, will adhere to my verse?
If it were stuffed with your favorite delight,
Even so, God above senses that it may curse.
For in the secret, we uncover one's power.
Whispered narration of a concealed flame.
A desire that grows deeper potent by the hour.
An affection that is neither reluctant nor tame.
Our love dwells safely within our home.
Sorrowful spirits are yearning for release.
Where passions lie dormant, in secret gnomes
But skepticism and doubt retain them in peace.
A spot where their love may grow and glow.
A brave display of affection, proud to show

A brave display of affection, proud to show
Each touch, each kiss, is a forbidden delight.
Our devotion may not be obvious to throw.
Igniting a spark that burns through the night
To each other, we have remained faithful.
We realize this on a deep, emotional base.
We yield a vow to stay classy and graceful.
Our occult love will just grow as we embrace.
Our love is an unquenchable flame.
We discover a path to light in the night.
Will be a torch endlessly held and tame
An affection that is well worth the fight.
Our souls molded furiously amid the silence.
Such a concealed love; a sense of her absence

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