Secrets

I have a secret to tell, and one to keep.

'Tis the love for you that makes me speak.

Your look at me makes me quiver,

I look at you and cannot help but to shiver.

I have long admired you 

And thus 'tis true.

It is a feeling of joy and excitement, 

this love I have for you.

I do not understand this love...

that is to you from me;

for I know, it could never be.

And yet I sit and ponder,

or shall I say wonder,

at what if, this distant love of mine

were to be won to me,

and finally be,

truly mine.

Thus is my secret you have now heard,

But there is one secret more that I've not yet told,

for I am not yet that bold;

And what is this secret I keep so well,

It is that of my name.

And with this my love, I bid you, farewell.