The lamps are out and your knock comes,
You stand with coat obscuring face.
I open the door; you glance ’round,
Hoping you weren’t seen in this place.

You tell me with the lights down low
That you love me with all your heart,
But leave me before the dawn comes
So that none would think you a tart.

You pass me by in the public,
Not even bothering to smile.
I know should I give affection,
That you would be moved with denial.

Later your knock would come again,
And you’d apologize to me,
Trying to explain how it is
You love me when no one can see.