It’s not the way that you say my name <br />Or the way that I <br />Play your game <br />Makes my temperature rise <br />With love in my eyes for you <br /> <br />Its not the soft gentle tone <br />When you utter that groan <br />That makes my heart <br />Thump so madly <br />Each time we meet <br /> <br />I see the love in your eyes <br />And it’s no real surprise <br />That those looks that <br />you throw are just for me <br /> <br />So at the end of each day <br />As you walk right away <br />It gets harder to wish you goodbye <br /> <br />On the arm of another <br />Your wife, your lover <br />Whilst I must just <br />sit here and cry<br /><br />Janice M Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-secret-love-2/
