I hid the love within my heart, <br />And lit the laughter in my eyes, <br />That when we meet he may not know <br />My love that never dies. <br /> <br />But sometimes when he dreams at night <br />Of fragrant forests green and dim, <br />It may be that my love crept out <br />And brought the dream to him. <br /> <br />And sometimes when his heart is sick <br />And suddenly grows well again, <br />It may be that my love was there <br />To free his life of pain.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-love/
