She stood by the statue on the Parade of Zarathustra
Wondering where he could possibly be
She turned to look behind her
Imagining it was his face she might see
But instead it was another familar face
One who made her heart begin to race
It was so forbidden but she could not resist
The sweet feeling the came over here from his kiss
The wandered hand in hand, towards Linnaen Park
She nighted the room, so it became dark
There they left their morals at the door
She caressed him and kissed him once more
He nuzzled and ran his finger through her hair
But the person who watched they were not aware
He saw them touch, he watched them kiss
The look of betrayal was not hard to miss
She was the one who he had held dear
And now she was living his greatest fear
If only he'd paid more attention to the time
The she might be his and wouldn't have commited her crime.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Midautumn, in the year 82 MA.