Disclosive is my preference, but I try
to filter speech so it won’t seem unkind.
I’m never like my mother, whose reply
is often what looms loudest in her mind.
I’d rather not keep secrets or be sly –
to tell the truth I’ll always be inclined.
I love you, and I’ll keep your secret well,
restricted like you’ve cast on me a spell.

(Ottava Rima)