The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name
Re-titled for this into :-
His love, we dare not speak his name
His love, we dare not speak his name
For reason shrouded behind privacy
Nor offer thoughts that he has found joy
How wounding, to him, that one so dear
May not be acknowledged, is best ignored
That to utter such a name as his beloved
Is to admit that he belongs to another
No matter that for thirty six months or more
They share their lives, their bed, their air
That, at the end of the day, if fame is gone
All that really matters to him is not us, but
His love, of whom, we dare not speak his name
"You don’t sit down and write a wish list about the person you are going to fall violently in love with. It just doesn’t work like that." - Stephen Fry
