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Robert L. Martin

Lovers in Hiding

Lovers in Hiding
 
She opened the door and walked outside
From hidden eyes to view his new bride
Her private life, not so a secret to him
Underneath her garments, her familiar skin
 
She swayed to the beautiful music in her soul
His pounded to the rage, running out of control
Her simple smile guided her sweet life
An open invitation to make her his wife
 
To follow her and bring her back to his cave
An exhilarating thought with his new love slave
Imagination plays tricks and quickens the breath
To make her his to have until death
 
Who is this stranger, this dark hidden moonbeam?
He who bought her heart from a wayward dream
He sleeps at night with her on his mind
She sleeps alone, he’s the forbidden kind
The morals of love;  keep strangers apart

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