So many secrets, so many lies,
So many times we hid from their eyes.

Something about you, elegant grace,
Drew me to try to light up your face. 

When will you seek me, when will you come.
When may we speak up, stop playing mum.

Watching the finches, flutter and feed
Outside my window, filling their need.

Think of tomorrow, what it may bring,
Winter's upon us, far from our spring.

Just for a moment singing inside,
Thinking I'm with you, there by your side.

Then it will vanish, only in dreams.
It's not the truth, it's not what it seems.

So many sorrows, so many cries,
So many times we've been so unwise.

Wanting is hidden, cannot be seen.
Mustn't be noticed, that's how it's been.

Rare are the moments when we may touch
Feeling the passion, sweet lover's clutch.

Somber and sober, day after day,
Waiting and hoping, needing to play.

Knowing you're laughing deep down inside,
Knowing I did that, I can take pride.

But when you're crying, that is my shame.
Both of us loving, where is the blame.

Dear are the memories of those few times
Our lips were touching, what were the crimes.

So many secrets, so many lies,
So many times we felt guilty sighs.