In the quiet corners where secrets dwell,
Two hearts converge, under the moon’s soft spell.
Eyes that speak in the language of the night,
In stolen moments, their souls take flight.

Beyond the gaze of the sunlit crowd,
They find solace beneath the shroud.
A dance of whispers, a silent vow,
In the hidden folds of time, here and now.

Their love, a tapestry of hidden hues,
Woven in shadows, where dreams ensue.
Each touch, a secret, each word, a sigh,
In their clandestine world, they dare to fly.

Yet in the daylight, they walk apart,
Keeping their secret locked within the heart.
A love so deep, yet never confessed,
In the realm of shadows, their hearts find rest.