A Hidden Love Poem by Isambard Manfred Noone

How I fondly dream of passion, of a love that once was new
How i fondly dream of love and lust and making love to you.
Of a love that lived in moonlight and was hidden from the sun.
Of a life we lived out in the night but hid from everyone.
Then our exciting secret, grew too much for one to bear.
The longing for to be with you, the longing for to share.
Now we've brought our love out of the night to show it off in broad daylight but the lust of night has died away yet the love has flourished in the day.