Hidden

My hidden love, a claret sky, a siren born, a cryptic eye. And
Heart to flare, a bleeding light, a prudent scar, a cultic life.
Thus aswoon, the deepest gaze, a swami tear, and dear
Ablaze. And nib to art, the psyche flame, afloat the clouds,
Aloft the waves. But depth the soul, a fragile dream, the oak
Of love, the cloak of streams. Thus the hidden, a fractured
Glass, a hint of death, a feyic flash. But ferric love, the face
Of verse, the grace of heart, the art of birth.

My hidden love, a claret sky, a siren born, a cryptic eye. And
Soul to voice, an otic flame, the spec of love, the drum of rain.
Thus aswoon, a frantic vibe, an ocean wrap, a ghostly guide.
And nautic stream, my deep amore, a silent scream, aflame the
Core. But ferric love, the face of verse, the grace of heart, the
Art of birth.