Secretly

Talking to me is like Opening the fridge And grabbing a bite to eat. Smelling my perfume is like Remembering how familiar and sweet Is your mamma’s scent. Touching my hand is like Holding your puppy dog And caressing its head. You look into my eyes, But your eyes, oh, they’re blind! You hear me call your name, But your ears, oh, how deaf they are! You cannot smell, you cannot taste… You’re just not able to feel My love for you Which is all over me! Still, it’s written: “[Love] is not self-seeking” Lucky you, for I can’t not be able to love you. Even if I crave it so badly, I simply can’t! So I’ll just let you be… my love, for good, and secretly!