Keeping it kept unofficial,
To protect a confidence...
Makes no sense when there is pain,
Remaining inside and contained...
By one in need but feels a shame,
Eventually creates heartbreak...
Felt by those knowing too late,
Showing another appreciation...
Is all that it takes to make one who gives,
Come to realize a love...
Few expect one neglected wishes,
To receive sincerely to fulfill a need.
But kept from others to pretend and deceive.
Because officially people await for announcements...
For a need for love to be believed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem