Untold to you, the truth remains in silence,
While beauty takes its folded words to wing,
Beating in its path a perfect cadence,
That to your ears the honesty should sing.
So failed to speak, temptation holds confession.
In heart, the comfort makes its loving nest.
In hand, your gentle poetry's depression,
Can settle for a moments soothing rest.
Entangled with your lips, sweet verse finds voice,
Inflamed with every passion-bearing sigh.
Not burdened, for the afterward of choice,
Will fall when hidden smile meets eager eye.
     The arms that form a circle in neverending grace.
     Will be fulfilled forever at one look upon your face.