Love Poems - Code
My life is a code
A spiral of script
The clues to its nature
Delivered on my lips
Or written in ink
In hidden journals
Of fine printed paper
In cursive writ
Perhaps also present
Encoded once more
In virtual spaces
With no lock or door
This code cannot be measured
No convention it keeps
But amasses my secrets
In days, months and weeks
'Individual' this language
But perhaps it may speak
Of others encoded
Who choose not to keep
Occasions may pass
When codes do collide
Entangled in streams
To form a delicate art
But in parrallel lines
They spend a little time
For this code serves alone
And only one mind
A mind or a heart
Is that what it takes
To break this code
For ones own sake
Who knows what a test
Is hidden in coded lines
Who can discern
Such an elegant design
But at times
A line, as fine as floss
Connects our codes
So all is not lost
To times eager blade
Which cuts and divides
And causes us all
To lead separate lives.
A spiral of script
The clues to its nature
Delivered on my lips
Or written in ink
In hidden journals
Of fine printed paper
In cursive writ
Perhaps also present
Encoded once more
In virtual spaces
With no lock or door
This code cannot be measured
No convention it keeps
But amasses my secrets
In days, months and weeks
'Individual' this language
But perhaps it may speak
Of others encoded
Who choose not to keep
Occasions may pass
When codes do collide
Entangled in streams
To form a delicate art
But in parrallel lines
They spend a little time
For this code serves alone
And only one mind
A mind or a heart
Is that what it takes
To break this code
For ones own sake
Who knows what a test
Is hidden in coded lines
Who can discern
Such an elegant design
But at times
A line, as fine as floss
Connects our codes
So all is not lost
To times eager blade
Which cuts and divides
And causes us all
To lead separate lives.
By Hilary Wheaton
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