His secrets

As dark as secrets can get like a winters' night, this poem is a lover's quest to undo the hidden dark truths of her lover.

Like a winter's night,
Holding its darkness too stubbornly;
To not to unravel any of its color, yet pure black,
A night's glory is achieved.

His heart too, withheld secrets; all shady dark and grey,
But beautifully hidden.
His smile was his weaponry lock,
Too seductive for a naive soul to fall for it;
Dare you ask for a key, to unravel, to make and unmake,
To hold or let go, those bittersweet locked pennies of uncertain love.

Secrets of me, dancing beneath him;
To the tune of pure pleasure.
Secrets of us, fantasising years of togetherness;
Tangling and untangling our passionate,
Unbounded yet bounded love.

And,
Secrets of him, betraying every moment.
That smile, has had nothing real, but ephemeral moves.
While I was dead-locked forever,
Getting ecstatic every time; over that perfect curve round his mouth.

Not knowing, his eyes,
His eyes were the key.

(Those were the kind of wintery nights' that the summer of our love witnessed , pure, true, uncertain, faded)

Author's Note

Hey guys, this is the first poem that I've uploaded, so please feel free to review it to ur likes.