Meet In Secret Poem by Louise Tredoux

My hand shook when I looked up and saw you standing
there, you turned away immediately when you saw father
with me, but not before you managed to wink
I knew you would leave me a note somewhere, couldn’t
wait for father to depart into his favourite reverie,
as soon as he was ensconced in his research,
you turned up again, I wanted to cry, to have you so near,
yet unable to say hi, but you arranged it neatly, you handed
me a book with a note, then an unexpected joy –
father called away by the librarian,
you pulled me behind the books,
the kiss still burning my mind, one kiss intense,
one kiss containing a whole world immense, filled
with the incense of the love you promised me
when we were at school, never letting on that you
liked me especially until the day I fell and you picked
me up, tried my tears, I saw something in your eyes that
made me blush, you blushed also, then you said that
I should wait, when we were all grown-up, you’d be there,
and today – you were there, tonight, I dream about you,
tomorrow, we’ll meet in secret, but the dreams I have now,
is more beautiful than words can ever describe!
Passion? A forbidden word in our house, father requires
total obedience, but today, I felt passion in you, it stirred
in me too, I hid it well, but it’s true, I’m very human
indeed and so are you; I love you so much,
and I always will…