Who Is To Say?

Your secret
stays so far away,
I can barely
get a glimpse
of you.

Your moments touch
me tenderly.
I’m stolen,
there is nothing I can do.
I hardly breathe,
I dare not move.
So suddenly
you might go.
Do you love me?
This, I may never know.

Your kiss is sweet.
My tears are bitter.
Remember love,
those salad days
when things
were better?

Who is to say?…
Your secrets are secret
and they lie anyway.

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~ by caryhoneybee on March 3, 2008.