I am a secret admirer,
of her beauty, sweet and fair;
from the glow of her lovely face,
to the curve of her cheek so bare.

I do not exist, not in her thoughts,
not in her world, not in her eyes;
I'm nothing in a world of naught,
and a sigh of inaudible sighs.

One day I'll have the treasure,
that my heart is longing to take;
one day she'll be at my side,
what a happy couple we'll make!

I will exist, both in her heart and mind,
then we'll share the world together;
the laughter, the tears, the joy,
then, we'll be happy beyond any measure.

Till then,  I'm a secret admirer,
of her beauty, sweet and fair;
the eyes that speak of enchantment,
and the cascade of her falling hair.