Of my Heart

Daylight tells the secret of my heart
alighting here on earth and you
wider than my reason or your sky.

No sigh can tell of tears
that fall from me
into your stormy sea.
No hand is close enough to mine
so fondly regard it
and stand not distantly
talking of my anger
or your penitence.
Though you think distantly
I see most perfectly
and wonder where our love can be
and why you never talk to me.

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