I whisper my secret, it is for me only to know,
I must keep this secret hidden, no one must ever know.
There will be no shouting from the house tops, it must stay quite as a tomb,
No exposure to sunlight, hidden safely in the gloom.
My unclamied heart is kept to myself,
I keep it placed in a box upon a shelf.
The box also holds my deep passion and desire,
My impure thoughts, my lust and smoldering fire.
I keep it contained, but look longingly at it everyday,
I shall keep it safe, until I choose to give it away.
I have not felt the urge to pass it to another's hand,
It is a gift unclaimed, a gift only for one special man.
It may always remain just mine, who can really say,
But if the right man comes along, I'm ready to give it away.
Beautiful and special hearts can only be claimed by the best and most loving people. Better to be unclaimed than claimed and unloved. Touching write SC.
Lucky will be that very special man to come into your life and get a oiece of your heart. Thank you for sharing SC as usual your words are very pleasing to read.
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Newfie hugs, Rose
You deserve the very best my friend. I hope and wish that for you. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.