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!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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