a secret most long to hear.
a secret some hold in fear.
a secret i keep from you.
a secret i hope you
can't see through.

you might run, say it's too soon.
when will i tell you, some special,
sunday afternoon?

i may wait six months,
i will wait to confront.
but with all this, one thing is true . . .

i hope you love me, too.

- d.berry