In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
Lies a secret whisper, a desire buried deep.
A beautiful woman, with eyes like the moon’s glow,
Her presence a dream, a longing I can’t show.
Her laughter, a melody, a song of sweet delight,
Her touch, a phantom, in the stillness of the night.
Yet, in my heart, a fire burns, a passion unconfessed,
For I know this desire is best left unexpressed.