Hidden tween the lettered writ
Are signs of love that delve and sit
They make their way into her heart
And flutter passions embered part
In secret spaces kept unknown
Except to those that lovers own
Thus tender is this forward play
For heart and soul that deeper lay
That none might question aim's intent
My pretty's gift is clearly sent
Yet she alone can read the sign
In secret spaces solely mine...
~Moses Apollo
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