Heart In Secret (Saraband Sonnet (Italian Quatrains))
Can words be mine in pen and ink
if they can write without my hand
the odes, like strangers, make me think.
For love I cannot understand
but in poetry I can find
the words that say what's on my mind
by carving names into the sand.
As tears now flow beneath the stars,
will my love see the bright moonlight
and will the night always leave scars.
My dreams I hide from wisdom's sight,
the heart in secret cannot show
how you remind my pen to flow --
yet it's for you alone I write.
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