secrets

SECRETS

I have your secrets
You have mine
With yours I’ll die,
But what about mine.

These secrets are the treasures of mine heart
Will be until death do us part
Keep mine in the same content
In that case they will never be lent.

Secrets are like a whispers
For the ears, the heart, and no further.
They should be like roses growing among thistles
Swaying in the wind, but never whistles.

Standing confident, in the midst of harassment
There will never be a spill from its content
Secrets can be used to save a life
Never use it to build strife.

Whenever comes under extreme pressure,
Never should there be a mere gesture
Secrets are like muted love
Never a word and as peaceful as a dove.

Secrets are forever
Be wise, be clever
Can never be lent, should never be loot
Secrets can only rely on truth.

ROSE