atiguhya padma
03-01-2005, 02:24 PM
She has a little secret, a sensitive gentle care
A closely hidden thing, she takes it everywhere.
And all those who have known it, who have had the lucky fate
Its praises ever sing, its treasures they relate
She keeps it closely guarded, almost under lock and key
Like it’s a part of her, too precious to let free
So rarely will she share it, only when she’s at great ease
It’s almost safe with her, but sometimes finds release
It’s an essence of her heart, a pleasure, deep emotion
She feels she's a unique focus of devotion
Like a masterpiece of art, from the hand of genius
An unclimbed mountain peak, uncharted, glorious.
Secret’s seldom live alone, the light teases from without:
I’ll penetrate that dark, and let that secret out.
A closely hidden thing, she takes it everywhere.
And all those who have known it, who have had the lucky fate
Its praises ever sing, its treasures they relate
She keeps it closely guarded, almost under lock and key
Like it’s a part of her, too precious to let free
So rarely will she share it, only when she’s at great ease
It’s almost safe with her, but sometimes finds release
It’s an essence of her heart, a pleasure, deep emotion
She feels she's a unique focus of devotion
Like a masterpiece of art, from the hand of genius
An unclimbed mountain peak, uncharted, glorious.
Secret’s seldom live alone, the light teases from without:
I’ll penetrate that dark, and let that secret out.