Donnerstag, 29. Dezember 2016

My Secret

It's my secret. 
That I love her, she knows.
My secret: Just how much.
My eternal hidden treasure.
Must never be unearthed
Lest She, I and all inhabitants
Of this place be obliterated 
By its all encompassing enormity.
I must carry my secret.
All the while speaking softly
Daily
I Love You
She knows
But she cannot ever know
How very very
Much
It's indeed a time release
Meant to be enjoyed
In measured doses
For all eternity.

A.G.S.

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