The secret

I didn’t want to tell you,

That  I love you.

But my eyes

Where the secret lies.

Looking at no where.

But you.

 

I didn’t want to tell you,

That I love you.

But my voice ,

Which knew my choice,

Between the words,

Talking to you.

 

I didn’t want to tell you,

That I love you,

But my heart,

Played its part,

Flying after you.

 

I didn’t want to tell you,

That I love you ,

But my blood ,

Runs a flood ,

When I see you.

 

I didn’t want to tell you,

That I love you,

But my lips

Behind my back,

Let the word slips:

That “I love you”.

Poems