I am a romantic to the core
For I love the secrets of life’s lore,
The ones you look for, the ones you seek,
The ones that to your heart deeply speak.
What makes a great secret you might ask?
In my knowledge I shall no more bask:
A great secret is made not by light
But by the shadow behind it cast,
Its existence majestic as night
So long as impregnable walls last.
You may listen well but never hear,
You may look carefully, there and here,
Though with your soul or hands never touch
Only ever surmise such and such
For once discovered, secret no more,
And great legend quickly comes to bore…
Oh how I relish the sweet, sweet taste
The feral need, the urge to give chase
To these well-guarded and ever chaste
But deepest dark thoughts fallen from grace!
The blood boiling, running in my veins,
The ragged breath, the drums in my head,
Excitement as approaches my dread,
Harlequin smile; I rattle their brains.