Hidden

Hidden

Saying it beautifully is to consciously lie
The heart is at it's ugliest when we cry
Brim full with regret and furnace of guilt
The crooked house of yearnings that we wilfully build

Cannot write a pretty poem cannot abstain
Ink coats a patina of  polish on pain
Tears are mere accessories slimy appendage
The vestigial remains of a soul's bondage

Sighs mark the contract when we sign up for pain
mortgage our freedom never to see it again
Lovely is love when it isn't perceived as loss
By gainful merger.....
We make it our boss

My best love was the one I kept to myself
The  secret I whispered to only fairies and elves
Love was my possession but it didn't possess  me
I was not purchased my soul was still free
It was my gift to myself to moon over on rainy days
No lip sevice paid but exquisite thoughts in my  head
Everywhere I go  I hear people who
Advise to shout it out from the rooftops and so
The moment of magic lost in the letting it out
A Love declared becomes disposable fraught with self doubt.

Divine love alone measures up  to the pedestal of the mind
Say it not to me...that lovers can't see flaws
And that Love is truly blind.

Beautiful it is to forgive blemishes and love
But more beautiful still to cherish it pure in the heart's hidden alcove.

I'm treacherous unreasonable  unrealistic and yet
Love that  prospers certainly is a prospect of fate
Work at it hard and give to it your totality
But if it  wasn't meant to be. ... it won't flourish.
You cannot water it to vitality.

Go beyond ascend your soul longs to scoop the air
Off the height of crimson horrizons
Beyond love's  intimate bower.

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(c) Amrita Valan  2015