Poem By Mike Tonkin

My private moments
Have been invaded..
She went
where nobody else
has been, .,
she feels betrayed
by what I have written there.
But I to feel betrayed
that someone else’s
eyes have read
words that have no meaning..
But I love her
So much
That there is no betrayal
Only love.

She is so young,
Nothing can come of
my love for her,
yet my love is total,
completely hers

She is like a wounded bird
running aimlessly
along the ground,
a hurt wing
dragging so painfully
through the dirt
her cries going unheeded,
but if she
stopped for a moment
she would have
heard my love
crying out her name

Let me share the pain,
let me wrap arms
that hold you,
so firmly and yet
so gently, .
let us talk
and cleanse our minds
of everything
except our love.


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