Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear,
Stolen from fate.
I must be secret still, show myself calm
Early and late.
"Isn't it sad he was killed!" I must hear
With a smooth face.
"Yes, it is sad." Oh, my darling, my own,
My heart of grace.
"Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear"
written byLesbia Harford
© Lesbia Harford