Through quiet calls and greatly secret notes,
In chains of lust we both seem to be bound
As passions burn as all those sonnets wrote.
We must keep hush our devilish desires
As both we are, in matrimony kept,
But in brief hours late, we've fed these fires
Whilst our respective spouses, lonely, slept.
What we would do to know each other's flesh
And Climb to bliss in one another's arms,
To love, without the fear of public lash,
And forgo thoughts of unintended harms.
But, steadfast, we do hold to right from wrong
While shackles' hold on us seems far to strong.