My heart may not be so cold <br />nor my eyes so crystal clear <br />as the glaciers, but I am bold <br />enough to tell you of my fear <br />That you might have been the fire <br />to set ablaze my stonecold heart. <br />And do not tell me of desire, <br />for you have only heard a part <br />of the tragedy within me. <br />Of the secret or so called lies. <br />It is not so easy to let you see <br />behind the ice within these eyes. <br />To let you in, though I want to, <br />proves more difficult than it seems. <br />If I desire to be with you <br />I must shatter anothers dreams. <br />This does not make you any less <br />worthy of my secret love. <br />I only long to confess <br />not only to the Lord above <br />that though my heart belongs to him <br />it wishes only to be free <br />and your heart alone to win, <br />and finally have your love so sweet. <br />But I am brought back to reality <br />by the pain of my desire. <br />You are the secret love in me, <br />not only love but loves true fire.<br /><br />Katherine Rhodes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-love-3/
