It’s not that speak different languages, I think it’s we speak different truths and how many truths can there be and how many are lies? Lover’s Babel… how does one reach you; more to the point how does one reach Heaven, secret lovely lies.
Underlying secret as my angel
Do you fall or fly
A struggle, a tangle
How badly you try to hide
Amongst the clouds you ride
Can you keep it?
Or do you deny
Underlying secret
And here I dangle
Heaven is so high
Should I be thankful?
As I try and climb
Yet wonder why
This emotion, I have met
I can’t say goodbye
Underlying secret
Old and new fangled
Feelings like tides
Love and lust mangle
If we should find
We cross such a line
Who are you, have I met you yet
Could you be my
Underlying secret
So lonely I could cry
Are you Heaven sent?
Is this love or lie?
Underlying secret
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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