• Fingertips curled with in soft locks
    Smooth skin pressed to blushing cherries
    "my love is to another" he mocks
    yet from his heart, his words aren't ferried

    succulent kisses and shadowed embraces
    notes passed on butterfly's wings
    his other is the one known to all faces
    but for his hidden visits, I'd jump through all rings

    passing through the streets; she hangs from his arm
    a puppet whose lost her strings
    trying to hide that she does not love his charm
    Her lover; I am the one to whom he sings

    Milky shadows and dampened doorways
    hold our love released as fire
    Her place in society sways
    His love for her is about to expire

    To a new love he flitters
    A new face to appease the crowd
    He returns to me, everyday, for winters
    His heart screams for my love,
    but never in front of the crowd