Let’s venture to our special hiding place
Where gentle layered passions hold us fast.
As willing thralls who hold each other’s hearts
Secluded from the world and lovers past.
There are few words to tell you how I feel
There are no reasons I can comprehend
Why you can raise me up to boundless joy
No other joy or pleasure could transcend.
I treasure you in all the things you do.
Although I know you never could be mine,
My pleasure comes from simply loving you
Existing as your secret Valentine.
Delightful! The other face of love... requiring nothing... asking nothing... just being... Loved it!
Lovely poem Thomas. I won't be getting any more now that my husband has passed away, and my sap has gone too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! She must be so happy is not... such freedom in love....You are a happy man that gives your best to your beloved.... In which centuries we're...here? ? ? They know nothing is not Poet? ? ? ?