Secret Love

The secret touches
the hidden kisses.

Stolen glances
that say so much.

Undying passion
just under the surface.

Each stolen second
threatening to erupt.

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This poem lacks but one thing to accomplish perfection: there is no final verb showing, or leading to, or implying the eruption. Perhaps you will consider adding a few words, to further enhance the reading experience.


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