Hidden Love

Like a river is my love,
but not like an ordinary river.
My love is like a hidden river,
the type that runs underground.
It stays in the darkness hidden from all who are around,
but like all hidden things it is meant to be found.
So until that day my love will patiently wait to be found.

Nathan Hartinger

 

 

 

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*Poem "Hidden Love" by Nathan Hartinger © 2003, All Rights Reserved*