Between the lines
John Clare Stokes
Once there was the time
When in our dairies written
A pain far beyond crying
Of secret lovers so smitten
I’ve read of the special recipes
Who the Sunday guests were
But ne’er the heart kept secret
The preachers wife framed perfectly
But I could read between her lines
For I too kept the heart hidden
Two souls of the poetic mind
The deepest pain of love n’er written
And now the words are sealed
What’s written as a language foreign
Only in eternity to be revealed
The deepest love right in the open
Revealed between the lines.
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