Porthole of Love

How can one describe this sensation? I looked everywhere to find this emotion. I fought daily against this turmoil. This conflict of my conscious. To stay safe and secure within, I guarded my fragile spirit. I concealed my desire. i changed myself to become what was seen. I hid the depression, grief, and sorrow deep within the entanglement of my life. I could not declare my troubled soul, for who could comprehend my anguish. They could not see my heavy heart. My distress was a facade only to me. Through me, my confidant peered, and saw the tenderness and passion, buried deep inside. There, a small porthole was opened and my being was flooded with the peaceful radiance of being loved.