The Poetry Of Everything

Secret- Well Met

I've got a secret,

Sleeping in my breast,

Humming in time,

With my heartbeat,

An ever so subtle duet.

My secret has a name,

And a place,

And a time.

It has eyes,

So blue,

And a voice,

So kind.

My secret is a memory,

I carry with content,

Of the very first moment,

You and I,

Ever met.