Stolen Day Poem by tenzini Tibet

Under the shadow of my life
I have secrets hidden from your eyes
Some stolen days from my withering routine
Whence in death of night I sneaked
Wanton quest to calm my blithe heart
Into the mirth of my mistress bosom
Warmth of fragrant bed ease slumber  
Seditious mind often rebuke wasted heart
Ruined urge from the love of night
Love stored long now at heart's brim, flow
She fathomed all in her parched heart
I poured, poured, and poured all night
Till dried and drained; but heart content
At morn, off the shadow I returned back
Into my withering routine, beyond your know
On first train, toward my nuptial vow