It is seductive intrigue
His masked face hiding
In the deepest pits where
Words are kept and found
Guarded by lines and pages
Bravery behind closed doors
It is mysterious deception
And she can’t look away
She holds her captivated breath
For another careless whisper
He’s there always looking
Always reading and gauging
What will they think
What will she think
He’s like the wind
She like a midnight down-pour
Street light weather patterns
Blurred glass window panes
A wild world together
And whole lifetimes apart
Rain on a tiled roof
Sings a precious lullaby
Dream a little dream
And wake up for free


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