She held a secret in her heart,
One that she would not share;
For sharing meant opening up
And that she did not dare.
For secrets are like treasures to
The one that holds them tight;
They are the hope of what might come
A pleasure and delight,
But, just as treasure may be lost
To thieves, stealthy and bold,
A secret is no longer safe
Once its tale has been told.
And so she clutches tightly to
The secret in her heart
And will not share it with the world
Until her petals part.
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