Hush It's A Secret Poem by Joyce Hemsley

His voice whispers:

Enfold me tonight,
oh my beautiful one;
long have I waited
for our song to be sung.
I thought that our honeymoon
would ne'er come to be,
but how true were your kisses
...on sweet Linden Lea.

Her voice whispers:

Play Clair de Lune
oh my wonderful one
and with youthful vitality
run to me - run!
Our names we must carve
on that evergreen tree
as we walk in the moonlight
...on sweet Linden Lee