The secret behind the hidden door,
Lays sunken in the truth.
Appearences mean not to them,
They are young and restless,
And they are but youth.

Through the wires,
The message crawls,
Binding at its will.
Calling the name of the one,
The secret kept still.

The excitment of the mystery,
The dissapointment of unknowing,
All the things that compell them,
Into the fortunes of showing.

Do they know it,
Maybe not,
But they go on as before.
Talking through the wires,
Listening through the door.

Is it real or maybe not,
Love binds them anyway.
She trys hard to be friendly,
Hes intimidated by his old ways.

Long before the long ago,
Through the sands of time,
Love was born within two hearts.
Could it be a sign?
 
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