She That Knows
Hidden and waiting,
Embellished with golden type.
“Private” said she,
And that she was.
To her he poured his heart
In florid words of scarlet ink,
He spoke the truth,
And that she was.
Sole comfort and confidante,
The only proof to scandals lost.
The missing link,
And that she was.
Men puzzle obsession,
A mystery unsolved and lacking
Evasive prestige,
And that she was.
Only she knew wonders,
Knowledge beyond all others.
Bound to silence,
And that she was.
But a journal.
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