Back to the good old minute poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are:
THOUGHT | CARE | DISCREET | PRESS | SEEK
I press your hand, you turn your head.
Love really fled?
Us both bereft?
You never spread those golden wings,
Dipped into springs
Where lovers drink
On heaven’s brink.
The depths of love you never sought,
You had no thought,
Too full of care,
You’d never dare.