A Secret Love

For ease of reading, I have a ~ between each stanza and ~~ separating the poems inside of this poem.

I

Remember,

when we

Meet.

~

There was,

no way

I could

Forget.

~

Even

after,

All

those Years.

~

We were

only Seven.

I was

New

to

the

school.

~

No

Friends.

~

No one

Wants

To be

Friends

With

The Wired Kid.

~

You were

Warm.

And

kind.

Unlike those,

from

my old

school.

~

I was,

Drawn

to you.

Like a

Moth

To a Flame.

Before I

even knew

your name.

~

I needed,

to be,

Close

to you.

I needed,

to become

Your

Friend.

~

But

~

I didn’t

Understand

the Urge.

~

And

~

I didn't

know how,

to make

a Friend.

~

I never

had one

before.

~

People

scared me,

But You,

didn’t feel

like People.

~

So I,

followed,

from afar.

~

And,

~

You noticed

Me

and became

My Friend.

~

My

Best Friend.

~

But,

~

I wanted

More,

but

Of what

I didn’t know

~

In

fifth grade,

I was

told,

about the

Power

of

poetry.

How it

can,

let you

peek,

into your

Subconscious.

~

So,

~

I wrote

a

Poem,

about

my

Best Friend.

~

You are my friend,

That much is true.

But what is this feeling

That I feel around you?

~

You always make me happy,

You always care.

And I know

That you'll always be there.

~

The way you act,

Is so pure and true.

You never pretend

To be anyone but you.

~

You are my friend,

And I love you so.

But are there other feelings

Hidden deep down below?

~

The concept of us,

Always seems to climb.

Up in my mind

Time after time.

Too often it occurs,

Too often it stays.

To be a fleeting thought

Must be more than a phase.

The more I think,

The more it becomes clear.

~

I can not deny

My feelings that lay here.

~

The way you act,

Is so pure and true.

You never pretend

To be anyone but you.

~

You are my friend,

And I love you so.

But are there other feelings

Hidden deep down below?

~

The concept of us,

Always seems to climb.

Up in my mind

Time after time.

Too often it occurs,

Too often it stays.

To be a fleeting thought

Must be more than a phase.

The more I think,

The more it becomes clear.

I can not deny

My feelings that lay here.

~

My feelings deeper

Than friendship,

My feelings

Of love”

~~

I

remember

the Shock,

of

those,

last lines.

“My Feelings of love.”

~

That

was it.

It was

Love.

It always

has been.

~

Love.

~

Now,

All the

pieces

clicked,

things

made sense.

~

but,

~

I was

Terrified.

~

I didn’t

know

what

To do.

~

So,

~

I did,

The

only thing

I could

Think of.

~

Burry

these

Feelings.

Deep

Down,

~

But,

~

They kept,

reservicing,

so I

Kept

Pushing them

Down

Again

and,

again.

~

As

years passed,

I wrote

you poems.

Never

to be seen.

Often,

Reminding myself,

the Dangers

of these

Feelings

~~

“You are perfection.

~

Your hair,

Your smile,

Those big blue eyes.

~

Eyes that,

I could stare at all day.

Eyes that,

I could get lost in.

Eyes that,

I want to stare at

All day.

Eyes that,

I could get lost in.

Eyes that,

I want to get lost in

But I can't.

~

Your arms.

So strong,

So powerful,

Yet they must be

So tender,

Because,

they belong to you.

~

I wish,

That I could be held,

Wrapped in those powerful arms.

How warm and cozy,

That would feel,

~

How safe and secure,

I would be,

Wrapped in those powerful arms.

~

Being held in those arms,

And looking up into,

Those bright blue orbs

~

I can only imagine,

imagine how great that would feel.

~

But it is not meant to be.

For my secret,

I could never tell.

~

For

I would not want.

To risk losing you,

As a friend.

~

For if I told you.

You would not want

To be around me

~

It would be awkward,

for it would be weird.

~

And you would drift away.

Away from me.

~

And I would be left alone.

Alone with my thoughts.

My thoughts of you,

My thoughts of me,

Thoughts that merge,

In my hopes and dreams

A reality that I crave,

One that will not come to be.

~

You and me,

Together

Forever

~

Only in dreams,

Could this be true.”

~~

That was,

the last,

of

my Secret

Poems.

~

For,

You

found it,

by mistake.

~

And,

~

You

told me,

that You,

Loved

Me Too.

~

You

Loved Me,

But were

Afraid,

of

Losing me

as well.

~

Our

Friendship,

was

built,

on

a Mutual,

Secret

Love.

~

A

Love,

that

only

grew.

~

And,

~

Tomorrow,

we will

say:

“I do.”

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