For your eyes only,
a secret known by you;
hidden from all others,
that's only for your view.
Love is but a secret,
known to very few.
Love is but a treasure,
kept inside the heart;
known to certain lovers,
though many miles apart.
Kept safely in the mind,
by Cupid's little dart.
Love is indeed a treasure, and known to very few. And when it is shared, it is too beautiful for words..... although you did a very good job describing it. Another great poem, Dave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You got a point when it comes to finding true love. Love can be a secret if you can't find it. Great poem.