There's a tiny little feeling,

Bubbling inside my soul.
There's so much I've been concealing,
And I want to reveal it all.

I can't focus my attention,
On one subject or the other,
I am filled with apprehension,
Asking myself why to bother?

But this feeling is unstoppable,
This condescending truth,
An the rhythm is unbreakable,
It calls to see some proof!

You say you love - then find the words!
You say you want- then let it show!
You say you hate - express your hurt!
You say you feel - let your verse flow!

Many tales and tragedies
Have gone through this maid's pens
Many lords and vagabonds
Were written by these hands

And yet, alas,
The things are few,
That have dares cross,
From page to pew.

For all good things,
Must remain hidden.
If told in verse,
.They come unbidden