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
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
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
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