Not to be Named

NotToBeNamed

A story to take, 

To my dear grave, 

Never to tell you, 

My dear love;

Never to let you, 

Know how I felt, 

From when I began, 

And will till the end.

Only to be locked, 

Deep within me, 

This forbidden blossom, 

Of red I behold;

And will till the end, 

Even when I'm gone;

And with my whole heart, 

Wish that you knew-

-xyn