A secret mouth craves a private kiss
From an unknown man with a whispered name
Through the garden gate at an hour late
On a night with no moon, nor shame.
And the road is black and the night is black
And swift hooves fall still on an empty street,
Where a silent scrawl or a hushed cabal,
carries tale of when two shall meet.
Then a sudden crack! At the window pane,
An unwitting hand waves a sleeve of lace,
And the snick of steel through the red wax seal,
Should betray the hour and place...
Oh love! Turn about! The secret is out!
All is known.