VR (17th September 1990 / )

Secret

She knows about us,
Why didn't we hide,
All the secret kisses,
We tried to deny.

Those midnight meetings,
In our own special place,
Touching each other,
Our love wrapped in lace.

Maybe we should of,
Kept our feelings hidden,
So we wouldn't of felt,
The passion that's forbidden.

We can't turn back,
The clocks on that wall,
So we must forgive and forget,
Take blame and stand tall.

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victoria, yes stand tall against storms of love. regards john.