Of Secret Rhymes
There is a language
of secret rhymes
revealed in time
by shameless Cupid's
curious aim
we learn his name
so often a curse
but then some days
the highest praise
let loose our mouthes
to plead, to shout
what must be out
love lends precious words
I never knew
to spend on you
with a brimming heart
and teaming tongue
the night is young
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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