Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Secret Secret


A Secret Love
A Secret Love
A Secret Love

I would rather be her secret love
Than make a movie in the porn o graph
To lay with Chinese women in the dark
If eye could love them one by one
And take turns kissing all of them
I would rather be her secret love
The substance of her dreams
The sure and certain love of her secret heart
The love to be kept secret in her dark
The love she always needs.
I would rather be the secret love of ewe.
Oh my secret heart

Oh my secret heart
so far away
eye love ewe
secretly
today
eye bite the apple for one bite
it rolled away and got so dirty on the clay
eye want some more to eat
bite the apple with the me
kiss the bearer of the fruit
kiss the cup
fragile wings bear love enough

Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (5/14/2011 1:02:00 PM)

    Awesome work. Great sentiments with nice style.
    Great write indeed.
    I rate it 10.
    TFS.
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use search box if the page does open with the title of the poem. (Report) Reply

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