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"Once I had a secret love..." sing it, Doris Day!

Read like an open book
worn on my vested chest.
"Do not look", I say.
Sad jest.

There is no love in living,
not even hate.
Yet, Death, the Messenger of Joy,
must wait.

I give. I take.
I give again.
So not one of those
Three Wise Men.

Read my pages
torn and ragged:
no knights, no princes,
no green dragon.

Look in my eyes,
just me looking sad
I hide my joy.
No, I'm not mad.

What do you want?
What can I give?
Says not-even-one-of-those
Wise Men.

© Kåre Enga [174.30] (13.April.2017)

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