a secret love

To you whom-- has my heart

I seek in you, my whole desire.

But she punctured you, thy dart.

we speak, my love, in quiet words.

with words we must not leak

for she will come and tarnish you

from the play you would like to be. 

This love we feel, 

awake or asleep.

But this love you feel, 

to be able to cheat. 

So tell me now, before I fall, 

to that point where lust is weak, 

if our love can be a love? 

and I can embrace your precious sweet?