Hidden With Intent To Do Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why do you believe I keep secrets?
Why would you think this,
When all my emotions are devoted to you?

Why do you believe I keep secrets?
Why would you think this...
When all my thoughts you know them, too.

And every step I take to make...
They're there and you know them, too!
And when I begin to hesitate,
You know what I'm going to do.
And yet you,
Think I keep from you secrets.
To do to hide the truth.

You think that I would keep from you secrets.
But there's too much about me,
I've done to do you knew.

I give up just too much information.
And in one conversation.
To do and you notice too!
I give up just too much information.
And you told me that was true!
But yet,
You think there are some secrets.
Dark and out of view.
You think that I would keep hidden secrets.
And...
That's why you give me mood.

But I'm not one who needs to keep secrets,
Away from you.
I'm not that kind to keep any secrets,
Hidden with intent to do!
I'm not that kind to keep any secrets.
What would the doing prove?
I'm not that kind to keep any secrets.
To prove I can be a fool.