Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
real flower hurts alone.
With eyes expressive as the morning sea
you looked at me but didn't say a word
A harlequin sun shone forth with glee
and suddenly I fluttered, like a bird.
Whatever you mean to me
is nestled deep inside my spirit  
Lips sealed, I'll never speak of it
not to you, nor any other soul;
Heart pumping soul-searing love,  
unrequited and strong.

— The End —