Secret Love
One year passes to
the next,
And yet I find myself perplexed
That I could let so many days
Expire, yet not reveal the ways
that I have loved you. Even still,
I marvel that my iron will
Resists the lure my heart provides.
So secretly my love abides
In silence; ever pressing on
To distant days, when years have gone,
When I, at long last brave enough,
Shall give to you my secret love. |
©2001, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be
reproduced in any form without permission from the author.
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