Others talk about us, not quite knowing what we think.

   They glimpse a look, a smile, somethimes just a wink.

They wish to know our secrets, but they can only guess.

   A word or touch between us, intrigues them none the less.

We come and go like shadows, were we really there at all?

    Sometimes we're gone for hours without a single call.

It seems their thoughts run wild, when questions get no response.

    We much prefer a private word, and an air of nonchalance.

Our mystery remains complete, knowing you is my reward.

    Like the moonlight on a sandy beach, you cannot be ignored.