Love in the Victorian age,
A time of strict decorum and rage,
A love that was kept behind closed doors,
Whispers of passion, forever ignored.
The heart was a prisoner of societal rule,
A love that was whispered, never made bold,
The eyes spoke of longing, the touch was discreet,
A love that was pure, yet incomplete.
But in secret gardens and ballroom dances,
A love that was hidden, took its chances,
A love that was forbidden, yet so true,
A love that was meant to be, just for two.
And though the world may never know,
Of the love that was kept in the shadows,
The beating hearts, forever entwined,
Will always remember,
love in the Victorian time.
