There are secrets that are sins, <br />There are secrets in the Winds <br />That no one will ever know, <br />Covered with eternal snow, <br />Placed upon the, Mountains high, <br />Where eventually they'll die. <br /> <br />But the 'Mal d'Amour', my love, <br />Lack of love, were talking of, <br />That's the saddest of them all <br />For a poet, above all, <br />Needs to share, <br />His love, his soul.<br /><br />Sandra Feldman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-186/
