My Secret Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

I look at you again today for the same
Question, this boring repetition,

Why do I really love you?
(And why can’t you love me?)

Your face is beautiful
I make glimpses; your arms tickle me,
To the bone, your hair makes me shake,
Your lips make my heart beat,
Your eyes, they make me melt
Your nose makes me gosh

The way you walk makes me hungry
For love tonight,
And then you look at me
I shy away, this cannot be

Why do I love you?
(How can I ever tell you?)

I have not. I cannot.
I am crazy. I am mute. I am patient.
I am angry. But I will be always silent
In loving you,

Shall I call it forever? …..Cool.
(You will never know, this fool)