Secret Santa (a conversation)

"There's no loveless passion
Lost in ourselves
Try to understand
About you and me

But see, my dear,
My darling honey bun,
We're so far apart
In lives but not heart."

"Is that your excuse?
That our families are different?
What kind of excuse is that?
So loveless you've suddenly become?"

"No, my dear, you miss my point
I simply mean
That it's probably best
That we do this secretly..."