that thrived beneath moon shadows,
underneath the cover of impenetrable darkness,
we merged our unyielding breaths,
It was good,
It was good while it was a secret,
Perhaps, in the light of those dark nights,
secrecy was the glue,
And like most things built in darkness,
They outgrow nights,
demand lights,
Soon we were walking hand in hand
in broad daylight,
I must admit it didn't feel as good as nights,
Now I search for love that don't demand light
