Secret Lover

His lively taste for romance Was born of a superior conception Or perhaps a critical quintessence If not indeed a preconception For we cannot in haste conclude Nor precipitate be to preclude He loved with a silent passion Allowing only a thin sparkle Of his earnest attention To illumine the spectacle Unlike those who importune He craved not a penny of her fortune He made mental tributes galore 'Penned' many a memorable missive And like the great poets of yore Whiled away decades mutely pensive As one whom we might presume Lived his life in a charmed dream But how did I come to know The story of this secret lover Who though he lay so low Yet managed I to blow his cover? Some day you'll come to glean That I was his go-between!