I Am Not Supposed To Tell You

I’m not supposed to tell you How much I care or even look With envious longing at your lovely Dark, debutante hair, falling All ‘round your shoulders, neck and face; I could be arrested and found guilty of Wishing I could trace The curves and lines of your Body and mind merging And converging into bliss; It’s against the rules to play the fool And wish for your sweet kiss. Never The less, your sweet caress Could lure me into sin; I dare not tell a single soul Lest I fall right in Your arms opened wide Like summer skies And angels with outstretched wings; But I’m not supposed to tell How I feel about These things.