Secret Love

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Secret Love

We get together in the middle of the night.
He is sleeping and so is she.
It is our secret.
You say you love me, I say I love you,
But we could never be.
It is still our secret.
She calls, you are with me.
She gets lied to, it hurts her.
He calls, I am with you.
He gets lied to, it hurts him.
But it is still our secret.
Then the day comes,
When you are no longer with her,
And I am no longer with him.
I still love you,
You still love me.
We could never be.
They would still get hurt,
if they found out our secret.

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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