Secrets Discreet

When I give,
I unwrap the entire package.
If there is something uncovered,
You discover unliked...
When given.
Remember this...
I did not come to you,
To hide anything.
I came to expose everything.
Not to compete!
Or keep secrets discreet.
Before or after,
Laying together between sheets.
To later instigate confessions made,
Were not mistakes.
And there are discrepancies in our definitions of love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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