The Truth of Love - POTD
The truth is cruel,
a blurred reality.
The truth is in my heart
carefully hidden from prying eyes.
Don't sigh my friend,
you cannot read it in my face,
'tis well concealed, rest assured
as a secret newly found,
hid from curious eyes.
So, I hide my truth,
I do it on purpose,
keep it veiled for it is mine.
Don't ask: a futile plea.
I once told the truth
that led to a beleaguered life.
Ah, I had high hopes then.
Now I've had enough.
I keep my secret.
A pack of ravening wolves
gnawing at my insides
will never pry away
that which I carefully hide.
Which really is a pity,
for 'tis agony for me
not to reveal openly
the love I harbor for ye.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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