The Secret Admirer

The mist wrapped in the air,
glaring with the romantic stare.
 

The touch of the tender grass
shall never make my visit the last.
 

The sweet cuckoo of the bird,
too irresistible for my mind has fallen in love.
 

Before the dawn flies away,
and the sun sends its tentative beam of rays. 
 

I walked towards you, 
to be hugged by your arms, 
kissed by the dew drops on my palms. 
 

Too lovely you are to be left alone, 
but slowly shall I come
And quickly shall I go,
For ours is a love no one must know...