My Secret For You
When my soul feels dirty and restless,
and I ache for clarity and resolution,
is when this secret keeps me breathless;
on my heart a crimson stained contusion.
My mind races with passion yet confusion.
It’s the kind of hush to keep quiet,
when all else is noisy and loud-
It’s like an outrage or complete riot,
in a complicated and thorny crowd.
I fear this secret is no longer aloud.
It’s the reason I long for conviction,
as I pine for reliance and ease-
My life may be full of contradiction,
and my comfort may begin to cease.
So I beg, can you keep my secret please?
May you warrant with guarantee,
so I can die knowing your vow-
I pray that one day you’ll learn to love me,
please, someway and somehow.
May your affection start now.
I’ve thirsted for your intimacy,
would die for your touch to save-
Oh, if only your blind eyes could see,
I have felt all the love you gave.
Must I take this secret to my grave?
A lonely woman always was I,
before I heard the beauty of your words-
No matter how darn hard I try,
this secret keeps going unheard.
Am I starting to sound absurd?
When the breeze rushes may you feel,
the depth of my love and adoration-
This yearning seems so real,
like an everlasting sensation.
This is my personal declaration.
You need not feel the same way,
nor act upon this clandestine mystery-
You need not find any words to say,
in response to this assertion from me...
but revealing this secret has set me free.
A Special Secret
December 11, 2017
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