In whispers it is talked about
Intentionally so
Oft the hiding is not to hurt
Oft it is the contrary
Then, a secret is shared
You are suddenly closer
There's nothing like openness
A feeling of welcome
A surge of fresh, pure spirit
Clean as the back of a pristine white swan
No hushed tones, no planned conversations
R.I.P - A secret
Happy Birthday Sampy, my always-to-be naughty but bestest little monster.
Today I'm humming: Why by Anthony Newley
Lovely thoughts conveyed in your poem. One of my friends called me "Little Monster," in college days!
ReplyDeleteSharing the secret that no one else knows is how lifelong relationships are created. This is a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Casey
Love it. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks all!
ReplyDeleteLynda, I wanna know what got you the nickname 'Little Monster'.