Poem 10

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In secret whispers, hearts collide,
A love that we no longer hide.
They don't know about the nights,
We spent beneath the city lights.

In every glance, a hidden truth,
A love that blossomed in our youth.
They don't see the way we smile,
The moments that make it all worthwhile.

Behind closed doors, our story's told,
A love that's pure, a bond of gold.
They don't know about us, it's true,
But in our hearts, we always knew.

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