Secret Lovers
Ivy Monte
We are in love with one another—
The sun and myself,
Rare are occasions
For us to meet;
By nature`s folly though
We are to walk our separate roads;
Like harsh guards
Tolerating no fuss
Clouds stand between us.
The sun and myself—
Like two secret lovers
Stealing precious moments,
Never knowing when
Our chance comes again.
Sometimes cautious sunrays
Hide behind the clouds,
Waiting for the moment
Right for edging out.
Suddenly they part the clouds,
Dazzling light sweeps all around,
I feel rays upon my skin—
Like a thousand passionate kisses
They embrace me,
Fulfilling all wishes.
