Defined

That was then.

The secret rendezvous in the diffused moonlight

the long silence of sighs and stolen glances,

the play of silhouettes on the whitewashed walls,

and your breath whispering to me.

And now.

As our life arranges itself like a Courbet painting,

no more the sighs or glimpses or shadow play

setting our romance free

For no more do I need an alibi, love
'cause you already breathe in me.