Secret Love

Love is evil, Love is kind

Still Imagining your hand in mine

Entagled together like a thorn and vine

The piercing is loves burden, yet I don't mind

Oh how this little light of mine

I refuse to let shine

Because of exposure to the world it is sure to die

and I'll be left to harbor the carnage of feelings left inside

Mind unable to undwind

Watching life fade with the time

Picturing the love we had, oh so divine

As I look to the stars for some heavenly sign.  

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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