Whispers in the Shadows

In shadows deep, where whispers roam,

There blooms a love, yet stands alone.

A secret kept, a tender flame,

In silent hearts that share no name.

In stolen glances, midnight’s hush,

Two souls collide, in urgent rush.

Their love, a beacon, hidden bright,

Beneath the veil of darkest night.

Forbidden fruit, so sweet, so rare,

They breathe each other’s scented air.

A touch, a sigh, a fleeting glance,

In hidden realms, their hearts do dance.

The world outside, a judge so stern,

To love’s pure call, they must not turn.

Yet in the quiet, they embrace,

A world of their own, secret space.

No vows exchanged, no rings to bind,

Yet in their hearts, their souls entwined.

For love that dares not speak its name,

Still burns with an eternal flame.

In shadows deep, where whispers weave,

A tale of love that few believe.

Yet in the dark, they find their light,

Their secret love, a star so bright.