The Heart's Secret

"That fleeting moment before a declaration of love."

This beating muscle tissue

has locked away a piece

of watered, wrinkled parchment.

And every time It nears the man

who tips his lofty feathered cap,

and smiles when meeting me,

my panicked heart retreats,

afraid he'll see easily.

With calm discussions underneath

that mighty oak on top the knoll,

I find my heart so desperately

wanting to unfold that secret,

locked inside a cage of ribs.

Author's Note

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