Hidden Love

You'll come, the night will hide us
From all the jelous looks and thoughts
And no age, no race, no faith, no status
Will matter between those walls
Our love's illusion
Dirty passion, hopeless faith
Hidden in the room untidy
Shared in the bed unlaid
But then the dawn will come
The shining sun will rise
And the dream of passion
Will become despise
Should I care, I do not know
What would people think of it
Maybe day or two will take
Till the secret love becomes forgotten myth