The Confidential Love Poem by Frances Leahy

A flower within my conscience
I ceaselessly nurture
A symbol of thy love
However, you in the flesh
Are oblivious perhaps timid
So near yet so far; as if a million miles away
Art thou unaware?
Thy walls are unviolated
Fear befriends the security;
Love questions and beats it vigorously,
Its failure is unfortunate
Where is thou charming?
May he be entwined with doubts?
Thy burning desire for thou;
Slyly flickering in depths,
Let rise above aroma to thou
In hope to nourish the void
I will nurse thou; as thou will for I
Let us grow to explore
The wonders of one’s temple,
Respectively unfolding each truth
If only charming you knew
How glorious our small forever could conquer.

Frances Leahy