Secret Love Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Water's edge had beckoned for retreating
Yet naught but into life's refreshing view,
And endless sunny days have left unpleading,
For waking summer's hours of merry blue.
The miles traveled, mountains overcome,
And o'er grown pathways often traveled by.
The starry sky was never on its own,
When out among the forests didst we lie.
For ignorance and innocence made new,
Of every little love to life pursue.