My soul has its secret, life its mystery,
an endless love at conceived instant:
hopeless evil, must have hushed up about
you, made it has ever known nothing.
Alas! shall have crossed near unobserved,
in your sides, however loner,
shall have made time until end on earth,
not daring to ask for, having accepted nothing.
Though God makes you so soft and loving,
follows its way, distracted, without hearing
this murmur of well brought up love on steps.
To severe owe, piously loyal ardent lover,
you'll say, reading these poems filled with charm,
" What's here for me? " and will not understand.
Author notes
Prompt: 2) Tell me your secret
A contest entry
- 10 Prompts, 20 Poets, 1000 points by Embossed.
910 points, ended April 9, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Love it. 'nuff said.
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