Buds are born in me <br />In deep meditation. <br />My heart sighs for the lord of my soul <br />And the buds bloom into flowers <br />Full of fragrance. <br />My soul loves him. <br /> <br />I compose a new song for him <br />In my cave. <br />And sing it all alone in my harp. <br />It echoes on the walls of my soul <br />And I smile <br />with the golden flame <br />of the little lamp of my cave. <br /> <br /> <br />In the depth of the silence, <br />It echoes and reechoes in my soul, <br />The song of love <br />Which I sing <br />For him alone <br />whom my soul loves. <br /> <br />It is my sacred secret. <br />My soul loves him <br />More than every one else.<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sacred-secret/
