A Lilibonelle

The one I never speak of

The one I never speak of fills my thoughts.
In former years we sneaked around the park,
Avoiding dogs and people of all sorts,
But taking secret kisses after dark.

In former years we sneaked around the park,
We played our barely bridled passion down,
And did not even scratch into the bark
The glories we should shout around the town.

Avoiding dogs and people of all sorts,
And moving on if any came too near,
With profile low we courted no reports.
Hush, hush! Or else the cats and lovers hear!

But taking secret kisses after dark,
Immersed in full in scarcely whispered sports,
We fell. And there was none to pass remark.
The one I never speak of fills my thoughts.