If you were to read my poems
it would be in the safety of your room.

If you were to asorb every I love yous and I want yous
it would be under the watchful eyes of the stars and the moon.

If you were to develop feelings of pleasure and were to, in result, smile
It would be when all were asleep.

If you were to love me because of my poems
It would be in the corner of your heart this secret you would keep.