A Secret Love

by weemick1960Fife, Scotland, UK

Jul 2014 572 Views 14 comments

A Secret Love.

Author: weemick1960

When you were a child
I was In your dreams,
Within your peaceful night
I dwelt within your scenes.
You saw my darkened majesty
But never did you fear,
Love was In your heart
You cried Love's own tear.
Now you are no child
I have come to you,
Your Love Is still the same
It Is ever true.
I wonder If you still see
The child who Loved the night,
Who loved her Dark Angel
Who saw within him light.
Shall you ever be
The child who watched the moon,
Who had a Loving heart
Who lived In Love's cocoon.
Your dream has come true
Your heart's Love shall ever run,
Ever your heart touched with Love
Your Dark Man he Is come.

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Posted: Jul 2014

About this poem:

When we were young we all had our dreams of deep fantasy. Some of us embraced the night and some of us feared It. Few of us held to the dream but some did.

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Comments (14)

Girlygirl196349Fullerton, California USAJul 22, 2014

What a lovely poem mike!

cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USAJul 22, 2014

Beautiful Mike. This reminds me of how fragile those early dreams
can be. Wonderful write.
Cafe

CloudySkyMoreno Valley, California USAJul 22, 2014

Very nicely written. We must have had similar thoughts as I wrote one recently on a similar theme.

ImagineLoveVenus, Montana USAJul 22, 2014

Moving and softly written I can hear you whispering!

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Thanks for dropping by and the comment. Glad you liked It Laura. Strange the thoughts that come Into our heads. I was just thinking on my childhood, I felt I needed a bit depression In my life. Seriously though, this just came Into my head. Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Hi cafe, thanks for dropping by and the comment, well let's see how I last this time. I always Love to have my child dreams, as I call them, they are always so complete. Sometimes I like to go back. I did so Love my dreams.
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Thanks for dropping by and the comment. You didn't know I was psychic, did you? Seriously, I was just thinking back to my own childhood and this piece just came to me. I was also thinking of my lady so I just tried to merge both thoughts.
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Hi Imagine, thanks for dropping by and the comment. Love should be gentle and written of In the same way. Very few childhood dreams become a reality. We forget the dream and go In a different direction, but maybe one or two do. Maybe this little one did get her Dark Angel.
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

woodsymeBethel, Maine USAJul 23, 2014

like the darkness searching and finding the light very gothic and deep!

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Thanks for dropping by and the comment. Yes, one can take a Gothic, dark look to the write. The Dark Man resigned himself long ago to be as a shadow of twilight. He Is a secret Love. It Is strange the writes one can comw up with when several thoughts merge, Isn't It?
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

Mizzy4Navan, Meath IrelandJul 23, 2014

What are we without dreams Mike ?
Good poem,

Regards Mick.

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Thanks for dropping by and the comment. Yes Mick, what are we without our dreams? I definitely need mine just to keep a grip on the old sanity In this day and age. Bring back my childhood dreams and I would be a happy man.
Have a good evening. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.

darkhorse555donegal, Donegal IrelandJul 23, 2014

always the very beautifully painted piece mike smiling

weemick1960OPFife, Scotland UKJul 23, 2014

Thanks for dropping by and the comment Liam. It's much appreciated. It's like coming on for the first time again. You are still singing out the beauty Liam. Watch though, the Rose thief has returned and I will be wanting my share of that moon. Don't make me beg now. Childhood dreams, how precious they were Liam.
Have a good evening. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.
Hope I'm back this time. Really glad to see you bud.

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