Altar of my Heart

If I never say how I feel does it mean
feeling goes away; no, feeling lives on
in my heart, shall be there until we part
then encapsulated in deep freeze until
all is revealed at the end of time

Physical reality does not have space for
this frequency, made my peace that the
world cannot allow this to be; I offered
unwavering support - helped where I
could hoping to leave a memory

Yet oddly content as all remained un-
aware of my existence as it should be,
no place in reality for the feelings pure
and sweet I treasure within, cherished
in deepest recess of inner sanctuary

Took up breastplate and sword to ward
off arrows of doubt about meaning of love
unrequited, looked at my beloved sun, re-
joiced in ability to admire, nobody knew
I walked this earth, this is perfect

Love unconditional the name of the game,
when trust enters the equation expectation
spoils devotion - bury feelings to be safe in
the sacred place where precious jewels
of love and wisdom are held

Framed by high ideals extracted from wild
ore that abounds, mounted on the high
altar of my heart, I do not require much
from those I love, quiet devotion quite
enough to keep joy alive…


[ORIGINAL:]

If I never say how I feel, does it mean
the feeling did go away; no, the feeling
is still alive in my heart, it shall be there
until we part then it shall live in my mind
encapsulated in deep freeze - until all is
revealed at the end of time

Physical reality does not have space for
this frequency, I have made my peace the
world did not want this to be, I tried to give
unwavering support by offering help where
I could, hoping against hope that one day it
would leave a memory

Yet oddly content as you remained unaware
of my existence; this is as it should be, there
is no place in reality for something as sweet
and pure as this feeling I treasure within me -
cherished in the deepest recess of my inner
sanctuary, never to be mentioned

I simply took up my breastplate and sword to
ward off the arrows of doubt about the meaning
of love unrequited – looked up at my beloved sun
and rejoiced in my ability to admire special people
without them ever knowing who has been walking
this earth – this is perfect

Unconditional love is the name of the game, when
trust enters the equation, expectation spoils neutral
devotion, happy as I bury my feelings to be safe in
a sacred place in my heart where precious jewels
of love and wisdom are kept, beautifully framed
by the high ideals carefully extracted

From the wild ore that abounds everywhere; depicted
in wonderful colours, mounted on the high altar of my
heart – I did not require anything from those I loved;
quiet devotion was quite enough to keep joy alive…