Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.'
-William Blake
There are fears I don't admit
Not death nor terror itself
But silence refusing to quit
Or a trinket on the shelf.
These secrets I shouldn't tell
For sanity slips from such
And vulnerability's upward swell
Condemns my love too much.
Could you love a babe, my sweet
Whose been around too long
Who struggles to complete
A stale and orchestrated song?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Secrets are always based in silence along with fear no one wants to admit. Great expression, satisfying the mind that struggles to complete a stale and orchestrated song. Like this poem. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn