Secrets...
That are kept,
Are secrets...
That may be wept.
To leave one with nights,
Unslept without rest.
Although promised to be kept to keep.
And secrets...
Left,
In a protectiveness...
Never regretted to forget,
Are kept secrets...
Wept.
One wishes to have ever met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Skilfully conceived. Rich in imagery. I liked it. A fine 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2 if you wish.