Her Secret Poem by adam shipley

I sit and I stare
At this blank paper sheet.
A head full of despair
And a rising of heat.
From these sad words left alone.
Oh how the years I have grown,
They’ve been given to me, as they dance in my head.
Held in for so long, until they were said.
I hold anger and fear,
Yet my love is sincere.
But the pain I shall bare,
As I sit and I stare.
For with her love and her faith,
Her secret I’ll keep safe