Whispers Beneath the Veil

Where the wild things grow, you are mine, In tangled roots and ivy’s twine. A love that blooms where shadows play, In secret realms the world can’t stay. Your love got me clowning, spinning in crime, Tripping on whispers, lost to time. Stumbling over soil, the earth our stage, Falling for truths that elude the page. Secret whispers, no one should hear, Echo softly whenever you are near. Unspoken truths with a rhythm so fine, A language unknown, just yours and mine. We steal away to a garden concealed, A place where the sky and stars have healed. Hidden arches, where moments freeze, Our mystery haven beneath the trees. But oh, this yearning's a fragile thread, A fire aglow where mortals tread. Its burden clings like a mournful tide, This love lives only on the underside. Beneath the veil, where the wild things grow, Our hearts are free, though none can know. In shadows deep, we write our rhyme, A fleeting tale untouched by time.