Dare not I to speak his name,
although my Love I cannot blame;
Nor will I scribble down a clue
if not my secret is held true:
"Everlasting-hope and fear,
Love conforms; becomes sincere."
Please tell me what you think
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I like the brevity of ths piece
the middle stanza reminds me of one of my favorite books (secret scribbled notebooks) - and I was able to add a whole host of imagery from what I knew of the book - I think that the greatest strength of this poem is that it allows the reader to imprint their own experiences onto this you are modestly brilliant 
Keep writing
Polly
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thanks a million, as always
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I enjoyed that.
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thanks
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