Secrets Held Tight
POETRY OF UNSANCTIONED LOVE
Secrets held Tight
I long ago dreamed of you in the night
I know this timing is not right.
It is time for the truth to be free
Though I know I’ll never be on my knee
You were my first crush
But; our years were in such a rush.
I wanted to make you my morning light
Also holding you gentle, yet tight.
I just thought you should know
Now I know I should blow
You were the best
You are still way above most of the rest
So here is a kiss
That I never had a chance to miss
My mind is now at rest
Know that I believe you are forever the best.
Author's Note - This poem was written for a friend
About the Creator
Bruce Curle `
A Fifty something male that enjoys writing short stories, scripts and poetry. I have had many different types of work over my lifetime and consider myself fairly open minded and able to speak on many topics.
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