Nothing was spoken,
nothing was said
we turned out the lights,
and crept off to bed
Little was ventured,
and not much was gained
we slept through the tension,
then woke  up again.
In daylight the glances
though small, still were there
but evening would come,
to lay you and I bare
With monitored tones
and trembling knees
we padlocked our longings
then threw out the keys
And though little was said
and less was done
the Secret sat square in the middle
and won.

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