Silent Love

By Barbara Lynn Terry

Houses that are old, groan, moan, and creak

When the wind wildly whistles through the trees

And on a night like tonight, a forbidden tryst,

Two lovers will lie in the dawn’s heavy mist

Lying in each other’s arms softly and so sweet

That their meeting was forbidden you see

So they lie in the tall grass, and with each other be

Entwined and enraptured in love’s sweet bliss

So they could be together for that one special kiss.

The man is the handsome groom

The woman the lovely bride

But tonight neither of them swoon

In each other’s arms, as the forbidden meet,

Is between the bride and her maid of honor

In this field of Silent Love.