Quiet love

A heart beats small pitter patters of unspoken love.

A gnawing sensation which can not be spoken of.

A helpless cry for one we cannot have but often want.

A glass of wine makes one brave, but just not enough.

A holding cell of stories untold are that of your own memory.

A static display of which is to be interpreted by a lost soul.

A grabbing sensation which no one must know.

A yern for touch or even a word.

A silent look may convey to much.

A secret held captive by only yours and his touch.

A freedom calling which only you harbor.

A hope of exposure is all one can hope for.

A bomb or explosion of satisfaction.

A release of honesty.

A hope for a bright and honest future.

Reviews

[Obscured by the Shadows]

You are a very great writer and have a talent for expressing feelings without being to descriptive or over-bearing. I enjoy this poem a lot and look forward to reading more.

[NomadicChild]

thank you so much for your comments! I am glad you are entertained by my writing!