Pebbles of Wisdom

I think the truth is that I do not know

quite why I live this life of secrecy.

Perhaps in some way I’m afraid to show

the agonised romantic side of me

that you put up with in my poetry?

No, that’s a stupid, facile thing to say;

ludicrously bad psychology.

The truth is simply you got in my way;

a rainbow arching in a world of grey.

I told you then what I had seen and felt;

since then our little game’s been fun to play

but I do not expect your heart to melt

and this confusion is a source of shame

for making love should not be a word game.