Secrets of My Heart
Into the depth of my heart
runs the river of my love
in search of
the moments that I never could hold,
times when the truth never untold.
I listen to the whisper of the wind to glide,
I scale the contours of my heart so deep, deep
into the valley of my guilt hears the cry
so soft, so soft till it fades
I try I try but so deep so deep
lies the secret.
Yearning to unfold,
Yet to try again.
This photo was extracted from the net by one of my friends and I loved it so much that I added it to my new post. The website I did not find, I thank the person who goggled this particular view of the grand canyon.
In the garden of thy heart
plant naught but the rose of love,
and from the nightingale of affection and desire
loosen not thy hold… (The Persian Hidden Words. BPT)