Hidden Love

Her thoughts were occupied with such happiness but she dare not show it and her composure remained seemly her lips felt as if someone had painted nectar upon them and she hid her smile as she recalled their stolen kiss she was sure her secret radiated from every pore and she prayed her father did not recognise her flush for had he not so recently conveyed to her he too was once young he too had loved intensely and she again feared discovery her mother had not spoken yet so unlike mother she thought but she had not heard her words as she offered a perplexed look her parents enquired as to her disposition as was their concern they could not know the joy that filled her heart of hidden love.