The Secret

I have finally found

What I searched for all my life

But it is precious art behind glass

Unreachable, no matter my strife -

It was always right in front of me

But I chose not to see

What could not be avoided

Yet what could never be.

It was there while I was singing

Present whilst I wrote

My hopeless tales of found true love

And fruitless my love notes.

It's presence couldn't be denied -

Only what it was

Could be overlooked and made petty

Strictly by what it does.

Pray, I should find a way to make

This object something true

Something loving, tender

I can find no wrong in having two.

What I sought did never see

The longing in my eyes,

It never knew just what I wanted

I had covered it well with lies.

And so it sat, unwanted by most

While I so pined away

For a moment to call it my own

To be it's home to stay.

But alas, never did it know

I let it turn to naught;

I spoke in verse my truest wish

Sheer happiness it never brought.

Nor did it flower into bloom

Like a primrose in the light,

Kept from the sun, it withered

Because of my cowardly fright.

I am but a shy poet

With a secret dream

Afraid was I to express my love

That o'erflowed the banks

Of the river of a sweetest dream.