Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Hidden Heart

Sleepless nights torment my soul,
A confused heart that won’t let go,
Escaping emotion I cannot show;
For, this love I’ll never know.

Hours fall without rest,
Does the heart, truly, know best?
I’ll hide it away, like a treasure chest;
For, this love I cannot test.

Nights pass into day;
Oh, restless heart go away.
Disappear, you cannot stay;
For, this love I cannot say.

Insomnia, it is treason;
The hidden heart hath no season,
Running from passion with good reason –
For, this love hath no season.

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