| Secrets |
| The arrow flys through the endless dark, Where all his secrets mark. He hides them in the dark, untold, No one there to ever behold. Only one that he holds dear, Will ever be able to see what he fears. She will see all his hopes and dreams, All the things that make him scream. Every care he has ever known, All the things that make him moan. Each and everything thats there, Every desire, thought, or dare. She will know every bit, Like a candle thats just been lit. The only thing she has to do, Is ask for the information that is true. For He will never lie to her, And she is like his own special cure. That is the message of his love, For to her he is as kind as a dove. The end |
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