Secret Night
It was upon the moonlit ledge
guarding our secret night.
Could it sense the passion breeze
the kind that only Cupid leaves?
It was upon the moonlit ledge
holding our secret tight.
Could it hear the desperate pants
of our loving lover’s dance?
Yes, it was upon the moonlit ledge
guarding our secret all night.
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