My Secrets

1970's ?




When my secrets cease to be
Secrets inside of me
Is the time when my world
Has nothing to hold close to me
Nobody's warmth
Could shed the chill
That comes to fill
The nakedness you chose to see.

No solemn vow could mean so much
The lover's kiss would lose its touch
When the arms tried to grasp
For something no longer mine

A photograph that might have been
A picture of beauty
Is only a secret in the hands
Of gazing eyes that cannot feel
And judging measures that reveal
The shell of nothing so certain
As a smile that may never again be.

Secrets are my secret feast
And I have none for my own table.




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