And I’ve loved you in the secret,
Hidden cave of my delight,
And I never, never told you,
But you never, never, asked,
Why whenever I would hold you,
Time just didn’t seem to last,
For there was no painful present,
And no memories of the past,
And the only thing that mattered,
Was that you were mine, at last.
When Spring was youngAnd new,Is painful from the very start,No longer is it true.My days go by,In one big sigh,As empty as can be,Sometimes, I just sit down and cry,My heart, an escapee,For nothing of that love remains,Today, a memory.
DesireIn Love,Intervenes,Love’s a specialFire,Without whichLife is,But emptyDreams.
In Life’s Lagoon,No shore to go to,No place to be,When you are lonely,You’re like the Sea,Rolling forever,Stopping no more,Forever searching,Love on the Shore.
A love for beauty and for fiction,Makes poetry a life’s addiction,That we so often want to share.
Walks, talks, thrillsStays aliveThru Time,Preciously guardedBy its literary primeThat enables it to survive,Beyond the guiltOf all our crimes.
It is a ‘banality’,That most humans don’t observe
