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LOVE SECRETS, WHEN THE RAINS CAME

LOVE SECRETS, WHEN THE RAINS CAME

A poem by-Andre’ Hartslief-Tranquilpen

On that day, when the rains came heavily upon us

you asked me about my love for you;

about its depth, and breadth

and if at all, it were true.

Love of Itself is born of silence

and is carried in wordlessness; thus, language

will always fall far short in its explanation,

in its ability to describe that which is sacred.

In this inclement weather, what if, instead,

we stay inside; take the risk

and make time to just sit together,

and unashamedly, tell each other our deepest secrets.

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