secrets

the sound of You,
sleeping,
is one that is worth
keeping;
my heart,
left leaping,
creeping,
as You drift off,
silently keeping
secrets,
secrets,
secrets
for tomorrow,
for which I wait,
kneeling.



August 17, 2009, for the Wifey.

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