Hidden
Some poems I cannot
Share for fear of causing
Offense or hurt to one
I love or to their family,
These poems are only
For her to brighten
Her day with memories
We have made together.
I am cautioned about
The burdens to come
If I pursue this friendship
But love knows no limits.
My poems of love occur,
I send them secretly
To give her a smile and
A promise of things to
Come we will share
Entre nous, between us.
My poems are from the
Heart so I cannot keep
From writing them though
I try not to think of those
Things best forgot if I could,
Like a tomahawk in my left
Hand held behind my back,
Mais mon coeur, tu n'es pas
encore mort?
But my heart, you are not
yet dead?
And so I write.