Secrets

In secret do you love me?
Here and there a tear
Summer leaves can haunt
In secret I use to love you
Now it is no secret
The winter has forced my hand
You must know before I go

Some secrets we keep
Others must be told
Some secrets should be kept
They would hurt others
Flowers are growing again
I feel generous

Resolution is needed
You need to know
I always loved you
I pretended not too
I tried to lie to myself
I wanted to hurt you
I only hurt myself

Reading Pablo Neruda
I have become convicted
I can feel moonlight again
Summer roses grow

I know it is late
We can’t go back
I need to tell this
I still love you
I will die loving you

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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