Unholy loves, they say, persist.
Or - not unholy, only furtive?
Open loves in sun exist -
They wilt and so are abortive.
In secrecy gentle flowers can grow,
If nobody sees - it's for the better.
The semidarkness lets them stay unmown,
And hearts will longest stay unfettered.
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the semidarkness lets them stay unknown and hearts will longest stay unfettered