She wants to know his secret, a truth cloaked in night,

A whisper in the shadows, hidden from sight.

He hasn’t yet decided what it might be,

A riddle in his heart, yearning to be free.

Her eyes, like lanterns, seek through the gloom,

As he wrestles with thoughts, in the quiet room.

A mystery unformed, like mist on the sea,

She dreams of his depths, of what he could be.

Secrets woven in silence, threads of unknown,

A tale yet unwritten, a path not yet shown.

In the dance of their hearts, the secret unfolds,

In the light of her gaze, his story is told.