Platonic

Like the Third Secret Of Fatima,

He kept it in his mind.

Never revealed, never uttered

Never pondered upon….

His heart ached , he kept smiling;

His agonized mind , sometimes

As if in hallucination

Saw her walking like an empress

Through the thoroughfare.

And now, as he could feel

The gentle touch of Thanatus

He tried , for the final time

To give words to his passion.

But, alas! What numbness that was !

His organs betrayed him

His eyes closed themselves in despair.

Untold , unrequited, his love became

Ethereal .Purer than truth ,

Unfathomable like the ocean,

Intangible like the air.