Knowing
the unknown,
Is
decidedly tricky,
For
it leaves no room,
In
the house of mystery.
Sharing
love with the 'one',
Also
is a challenge,
Of
will, of resolve and of,
Should
we say faith ?
Love
is not revealed,
Like
lines in a book,
Even
with a lover,
Elements
of your intentions,
Can
be mistook.
But
when,
When
I recognise light,
A
light of a certain colour,
A
certain density,
Arms
folded but open,
Eyes
veiled but bright,
She
came in a moment,
To
know also my desire.
How
could it be hidden,
From
one who,
Knows
everything of love ?
Siren
rising from the sea,
To
tempt to tease,
To
bring rescue from,
Loneliness,
The
aloneness I have felt,
And
the lessons I have learned.
And
in that darkness,
She,
boldly with shining heart,
And
a tenderly kind soul,
Grabbed
me from,
The
jaws of death.
Shall
I tell her,
Shall she know my heart ?
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