A secret love...

A man that blossoms in my heart,
Romantically we court an ancient art.
I lye forlorn - alone in bed,
The blood is pounding to my head.
I’m thinking thoughts I never should,
My dreams of love will do no good.
I hear a rattling at my window,
Is it he? For should I go?
This feeling will take me flying high,
To miss this rush - I’d rather die.
I slide through my covers,
To meet at night – like secret lovers.

I slide my door open - silent as a mouse,
I slip it shut - sneaking out my house.
The corridor is dark but my heart leads the way,
I've heard him calling in the night - but not in day.
I skip down the stairs- two at a time,
Is it so very long past nine?

My childish innocence that once kept me abed,
Now all those thoughts - flying from my head.
I turn the corner and reach the outside door,
I am carried through it as if I soar.
He is now there - in that perfect way,
We reach to embrace - no words to say.
He clasps me to his muscular chest,
We stand together - chest to breast.

My mouth betrays me as it releases a sigh,
I feel so happy and yet long to cry.
I should not be here - it is just a dream,
It is forbidden - my eyes loose their gleam.
He clasps me tighter as if forever,
He asks me to dance - he is so clever.
I long to say yes and to follow my heart,
I cannot lie - it's the time to start.

My newfound feelings shall not be lost,
No matter what the penalty or cost.
As we embrace I feel so weak,
And yet my jaw - it twitches to speak.
I long to tell him of my love,
He can read my mind - as if from above.
This is heavenly - as his head leans close,
This image is fading - just like a ghost.
My mind is stirring along other tracks,
My mind has no knowledge - and so light filters back.