The Gardener XXIV: Do Not Keep to Yourself
Do not keep to yourself the secret of
Your heart, my friend!
Say it to me, only to me, in secret.
You who smile so gently, softly
Whisper, my heart will hear it, not my
Ears.
The night is deep, the house is
Silent, the birds’ nests are shrouded
With sleep.
Speak to me through hesitating
Tears, through faltering smiles, through
Sweet shame and pain, the secret of
Your heart!
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