He does not know
I do not tell him
All of the poems that are about him
I have to express myself
My feelings do not sit well on a shelf
My feelings rarely get dusty
Though a few are amazingly rusty
But he does not know all I feel and say about him
It would be a lot to take in
Some feelings are passing whims
Which I give a few breaths and a laugh
But some are haunting me day and night
I feel like everything felt so right
I just want to be around him
I cover my face and I smile
A twister of a puzzle
We stay away for a while
While we trip about each other
I keep expressing myself
But he does not know all of the poems I write about him~