Stolen from the sunrise

Whispered by the moonlight

Never remembered but by a 

Steady heartache and the

Secret guilty thought

Somewhere faraway

They plead for your sake;

Years later a hushed lullaby

Fills the room

You yearned to grace, 

And a tear grabs the words 

She struggles to say

She stops for fear of 

Unpleasant memories

And kisses one - not two - 

Perfect youthful face.