Secrets (Window Pain II)

In my heart
A secret stirs
For now, she shall remain unsure
if equitable emotions lay therein
Upon her continued approach I present to her petulance
Pushing her away with pretence
An old hand at nonchalance

Time goes on and they say with age,
her wine shall grow finer,
and I shall grow more and more distinguished
A glimpse into the perfect time of us
A time where all pretence shall fall away

In the meantime, melancholy I remain
Whilst in my bed at night
The rain, she gently taps against my window
Sad for me, she continues to fall
Coercing me to allow her in
To caress my face and hide the pain



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