Treasure Island

Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

A Secret Love


It’s not the way that you say my name
Or the way that I
Play your game
Makes my temperature rise
With love in my eyes for you

Its not the soft gentle tone
When you utter that groan
That makes my heart
Thump so madly
Each time we meet

I see the love in your eyes
And it’s no real surprise
That those looks that
you throw are just for me

So at the end of each day
As you walk right away
It gets harder to wish you goodbye

On the arm of another
Your wife, your lover
Whilst I must just
sit here and cry

Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 17, 2011

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