Secret Hearts and Brass Tacks

Quiet murmurs threaten strike,
Angel kissers wink goodnight,
Like means love and love means like,
Soldiers sing before they fight.

Buried ardor calls out strong,
Shouting o'er its shackles hold,
Long is short and short is long,
Countless secrets still untold.

Blazing demons whisper lures,
Reaching, grasping idle hands,
Leading ships to sharp-edged shores,
Reaching rocks but never sands... 

The End

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