You do not know this,
But I love you still.
A secret passion burning,
No hope to be fulfilled.
You can't understand,
My passion for you.
If I were to tell you,
Then I would be untrue.
I made a promise,
A few steps behind,
No love is mine to be entwined.
Until the time gives up its haunt,
And I shall be by horror brought,
To a scene,
You did not wait for me.
You should not at least,
Or my guilt shall never cease.
So go. Be free!
Don't bondage me.
As I am,
I am no jewel to take your hand.
A wiser one,
You deserve.
I promise never to disturb.
If you move on.
Forget my dreams.
They are nothing but dreams.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Letters
Исторические романыI decided to write poetry about my experiences growing up and the issues I see in the world.