Day 4 : Secret Love

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where’er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her dark brown eye,
The bee kissed and went singing bye,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee’s song
She lay there all the holiday long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till e’en the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o’er,
The fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

Secret Love – John Clarke

Listen to this:
1) Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here
2) Rie Fu – Life Is A Boat
3) Brooke Fraser – Arithmetic
4) Brian McFadden & Delta Goodrem – Almost Here
5) Building 429 – No One Else Knows

You will remain as my secret love, without knowledge of anyone. I will miss your fair lips and you being so self-absorbing. Maybe it’s been complacency, maybe it’s been true. The most difficult part is not being able to tell you. But I know I don’t want to dither no more.

In spite of my wishes to explain myself and to want to believe in the expression of words I must say this: ‘Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.’

Stay beautiful Kuching. Live every dream.