Scarlet Red Secret
My love is a secret scarlet red,
I only admit it in my head;
I do love him with all my heart.
Now think of how it tears me apart
To know it was her he proposed too.
The pains greater than this are very few.
His jewels are what she does wear,
And I must act as though I don’t care.
His hand is clutched in her hand,
Even if I told him, he’d not understand.
It’s his lips that she kisses
But my broken dreams and wishes.
My love is a secret scarlet red,
Unspoken and unsaid,
I can not ever tell,
Though it means a journey through hell.
Even envy itself can see,
That they were meant too be.
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Scarlet Red Secret
A nice poem, but very wistful again. Though I would not say I am an optimist myself. I am definitely becoming an admirer of your talent.
It is hard to bear the burden of the unspoken and unsaid. I also have a burden of the unspoken, but of another nature. I am just very different from the others around. I always pretend to be like them. Every single day of mine is a big lie. My inner world is completely different from what they think I am. I sham a good employee at my working place, a son, a husband, a friend etc. I pretend I am interested to listen to what people are talking about, though in reality everything is very dreary and boring to me. Only music and poetry soothe my soul.
With the best wishes