The Mist Atop The Mountain

In the mist atop the mountain, I lay along your side;

The perfect place for lovers, to come, and there to hide!

For to the world we are a secret, right now, they cannot know;

For we’re both married to another, but their love has never flowed!

Our marriages were both pre-arranged, by our parents years ago;

When we were nothing more than children, and of love we did not know!

Then almost two decades later, not allowed to seek out our own niche;

We accepted these preordained unions, and acceded to their wish!

One thing is very fortunate, that neither of us has a child;

For when it came to doing bedroom chores, a hug, a kiss, a smile!

For they, like us, were not in love, all victims of archaic laws;

That need, now to be cast away, so filled with ancient flaws!

The first time that I saw you, bathed in sunlight’s of the day;

My heart had found its’ soulmate, and yours felt exactly the same way!

So now we meet on the mountains’ top, in mists that us secrete;

But today, two other lovers showed, our spouses did we meet!