The Secret, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The SecretThe Secret, Dorothy Landau (n.d.)

The Secret

Sitting silently, just beyond her touch.
All to be heard is, the whispering wind.
O to say to her “I love you so much,
Your heart over mine shall be ever pinned!”

We would meet in, the shade of this oak tree,
To behold feelings, yet to be explained.
With each touch, helped to solve this mystery
Finally understood, our hearts were linked!

On that special day, ivy we did plant,
That to each other, we shall ever cling
Love so deep, neither ever to recant
Love so sweet, it makes all the angels sing

Pain I feel unable to kiss your nape
But from this place there will be no escape

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