The Secret Splendour

Secrets

The heart has many secrets.

I will not show

The world how the deep currents flow

Within me, crying over your name.

The heart has endless secrets.

You cannot tell

The crowd the warm wild words that fell

From me in moments of utter flame.

Unnumbered the heart's secrets.

We cannot say

To men that while I gave my life away,

Not with one small kiss could you part.

The heart has infinite secrets.

Perchance you'll know

Some sharp and sudden day that, though

 You knew not, I was hiding in your heart.

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