Forget Canada’s birthday in Clark Park. Meet me in the European Union my secret love.
A Secret Love
I carry your name in the silence of my soul,
A whispered truth that makes me whole.
Like a shadow that lingers, unseen, untold,
This love is my treasure, my secret to hold.
In stolen glances, my heart takes flight,
A quiet symphony in the still of night.
Your smile, a beacon, though you’ll never know,
The warmth it gives, the light it bestows.
Each word unspoken, each feeling suppressed,
A quiet ache beats within my chest.
For in this secret, my heart takes root,
In a world where dreams cannot dispute.
Yet, if ever you felt the same flame burn,
Would the tides of fate take a sudden turn?
Or must this love stay hidden, concealed,
A truth the world shall never reveal?
But even in silence, this love will thrive,
A secret that keeps my soul alive.
For though you may never be mine to hold,
You’ll forever be the story my heart has told.
