Love’s Secret by William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! She did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
Poetry is a powerful, emotional thing. As you can tell by my frequent poetry inspiration posts, poetry never fails to inspire and motivate my in my writing. It is almost like getting a peek into another perspective; it may not be my own perspective, but correlates to that of one of my characters.
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