Framed into
perfection
indeed, my secret
lover, and I.

Unmindful of
a trap
blindly adored
by hungry eyes.
A mocking illusion
to capture
foolish glances
unwittingly thrown.

And, the constant
echoes of
freedom
whispering
secretly.
Envied,
above and beyond
the comfort of lucid dreams.

I heard,
my secret lover
calling after
my soul.

I, and my
Secret lover own
moments born from
glorious feasts
adorned with
symphony’s breath.
discreetly
pursued by obsession.

Yet still, I
never learn
how to dance with
My secret lover.

always enjoy your writing

Beautiful

Thank you (((H & LA )))