• From the depths it comes
    A priceless rarity

    Words so sacred and true
    Never meant for any but you

    Too jaded to fall prey to it
    With its shiny veneer

    Time made it habit
    A patterned behavior

    Feelings forever concealed
    Never revealed
    In deeds or words

    Just me and the wind
    On this starry night
    The wind will keep my secret
    My precious words to you