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My Secret Love
You are as a candle
burning brightly on a night that is dark
And like a moth to the flame
I keep coming back to your warmth.
What I feel for you is way above the law
But when I am with you
Nothing else matters.
I love you as certain dark things
Are to be loved,
In secret, between the
Shadow and the soul.
Not revealed until the time is right
And maybe that time we will not see
That is not for you nor me to say
Only to know if we are meant to be.
Plagiarism (from Latin plagiare "to kidnap") is the practice of claiming, or implying, original authorship or incorporating material from someone else's written or creative work, in whole or in part, into ones own without adequate acknowledgment. Unlike cases of forgery, in which the authenticity of the writing, document, or some other kind of object, itself is in question, plagiarism is concerned with the issue of false attribution. Plagiarism can also occur unconsciously; in some cultures certain forms of plagiarism are accepted because the concept can be interpreted differently (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plagerism).
The line is from a Pablo Neruda Poem entitle "I do not love you..." I believe you have only adequately embodied defining plagiarism in "your" poem
Very nice poem, and i found it such a cool reading and very romantic.Thank you for sharing it with us here at the post. A friend in poetry Lady.
I love this dark and mysterious love poem! Well done!!
Beautiful - Who were you writing about here?
Beautiful poem, I love the second stanza~ In secret between the shadows and the soul. Wonderful line. Thanks for sharing!
i also enjoyed this metaphoric stance in my comparing the wandering man to the moth...