Private Message

A secret word to a distant love
Wrapped in a cloke of mystery
Presented in a shinny new package
 Private message for my ladylove?
Truth be told, and perhaps a fantasy
Words of knowledge seep through printed lines
A string of flirtatious intentions and a tell of past desire
How may I be of service?
A masquerade of hidden love removed from its hiding place
Hurtful truths that help explain that love no longer lives here
No one to blame or hold a grudge
Just a reminder that love is not always fair
and so I relinquish the chase again…
The whistle blows and the bell rings
The fight is now over…
Because when love dies
one must except that there’s no power in man to revive it.
Thus one last flirtatious rendezvous, sent as a secret word
To my distant love, wrapped in a cloke of mystery
In a private message