E-teen: Art and Writing by Teens

Ask me not, thy hidden heart
And you who were so brave to see
'Tis true, I know you speak not a lie
But for I am blind to nature's whims
This love I hold is not for man to see
Nor I to tell me and mine
Unrequited my affection go
And doth the world not have permission to hear
My admissions lay on the deaf
For that is how I picture you to be
Back to the place of which you hid, o heart
And with you the emotion that fills me warmth
by Lynette Barbusca 17