Meli Secret

He did not say he loves me.
He loves the way I am.
He loves my voice.
He loves my words.
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Dear heart, little fish -
keep swimming.
Swim with each wave so carefully crafted.
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Fates, I broke a heart this morning.
Left it lying cold and spent.
Call your court room, quick proceeding.
Justice waits and I'm content.
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A divergent path from the path I chose.
A strong wind blew me around a strange corner.

I lost all I hoped to gain.

Never trust a wind or a path.
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Mind and Soul - a secret meeting.
Little Heart... will she never learn?
Tirelessly we work and struggle.
Heart - carefree lets dinner burn.
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You clarify.
You guide.
Your light is the true light.
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Let my love and heart be wistful.
Wistful smiles bring cool relief.
Wistful eyes look back and forward,
they don't hope to snatch and keep.
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Hard worker. So many things.
He can do them. He can build and create.
He knows the workings and the unworkings.
Take it apart, put it back together.
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There's a spark from one eye to another.
There's a certain twinkle I long to see.
It may always be just a spark, just a twinkle.
But my heart will hold onto that one bit of warmth.
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Step away.
One step then another...
but it's so cold.
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You give and you take away.
You gave that smile
then you took it back...
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What was lost - found.
What was cherished - lost.

Not in that order perhaps...
but order is small comfort
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You chose it dear one.
Let your steps fall softly, quietly.
Let them be shadowed by leaves and pine needles.
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Sweet heart, dear heart...
heart that could never hurt you.

Never fear. You never fear.
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It's a dangerous game you're playing.
You have so much to lose.
You risk it all.
You risk for you and you risk for others.
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Quiet heart - shrinking heart.
Hoping not to trouble.
Happy for a smile, a twinkle from your eye.

Timid heart shadowing your steps.
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When I let it go I found it.
It wasn't what I sought.

Heart, don't let go the hold you have -
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Another's, another's.
He is another's.

Another heart that beats.
Another hand that holds.
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Standing together we see it. I know we do.
Such a long way down. Then the push.
Slight nudge, a halfhearted hand hold.
False security, why cling to such?
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Am I a poet?
What is a poet?

To bear your soul on paper
hoping someone will understand
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