I told him my secret
Of the love that I've kept
Deep in my heart, from him.

I divulged all the details
Pouring out my soul of emotions
And serving my heart on a silver platter, to him.

At first the initial shock
Of telling all my desires
Showed on my face, but it was acceptable, to him.

He completely agreed
And understood my words
My poetic confession appealing, to him.

He loves me, he say's
And I love him
Which is exciting to me, and to him.

Now that the secret is out
The passion is unleashed
Which is entirely okay with me, and with him.

Where we stand is spiraling
Into a depth thought unreachable
And the idea is less terrifying, and more exhilarating to me, and maybe to him.

I've accessed intense emotions
That I thought were only for the insane
But maybe I'm crazy, to him.

I've opened my heart
Everything I am, spilling out
And it seems it is more than just a little something, to him.

I expect this to work out
Maybe for the long haul, I don't really know
That would be nice to me.. and maybe a little crazy, to him.

A little crazy never hurt anybody
At least it never hurts me
And clearly, that's okay with him.

Everything.
Everything's okay.