When I write
These to you
You have said
It’s like whispers
In the dark
Or notes slipped
Quietly to you
During the day
Reminding you that
I am thinking
Only of you
And simply that
No one else
Will ever know
The secrets contained
Between these lines
When I write
These to you
You have said
It’s like whispers
In the dark
Or notes slipped
Quietly to you
During the day
Reminding you that
I am thinking
Only of you
And simply that
No one else
Will ever know
The secrets contained
Between these lines
