Secret Lover Poem by fortunate thembekile xulu
Secret Lover
he's my secret lover, but he doesn't know it yet
the one my heart calls out to
i call him GOD'S sinfull creation
for there's no other like him
my secret lover...
i watch him constantly
not daring to mic a moment with him
i listen closely when he talks, though he never talks to me
his voice so sweet and husky
melting into my soul
my secret lover
the one i yearn to have knowing that i never will
for he belongs to someone else
the one i love but who shall never love me for im not pretty enough
my secret lover
the one who i'm wasting me heart on
hoping, praying, wishing for
but who shall never look upon me
who shall never know that i exists
he....my secret lover
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4/18/2024 3:11:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When secrecy increases, fallacy doubles..........closer you look into a person and talk to him personally every magic of grandeur evaporates making the man just simply a plain person...........One who loves us and helps us alone is the most sublime person and the dashy, fashioned, flashing person is just the distant tree always green. It is our mind that weakens us, our thoughts weaken us to think somebody else is superior and we feel ourselves for no reason that we are small before them and that they are highly precious........but in reality our love is so beautiful that it is not worthy to be wasted........