A Big Secret

how can i
not tell you
about my big secret?
the one that
makes you happier
than i am
the one that can make
you cry
because you shall be
in bliss
a rose on the table
beside the phone
a note sealed
inside
my lips
how can i not tell
you about it?
you know it well
my dear
words find no use
in this
revelation is of
no use.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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