secret love secret world
Secret Hideaway
Stolen moments pulled from here, pulled from there
little slices of time that we can share
reaching out our open hand we try so very hard
to satisfy the needs before the changing of the guard
sneaking away, exchanging glances, we know we cannot stay
but it is our little moment in our secret hideaway
often we are ducking, avoiding detection
sacred words added to the bottle, our own sweet collection
when times are bleak we reach inside, pull one out to read
finding that very special one that fills the current need
our hidden world, in a hidden place, we meet there everyday
it isn't much, but it's all we have, our secret hideaway
Gomer LePoet...