Keep this a secret, my love.
I want to paint you a picture,
That is my wish.
I realize these hands aren't much,
These words, so weak,
And lose composure.
Little me, so childish,
I don't want anybody to know.
There's something I want to show
To this special person,
Who wears that pretty red dress
With skin as soft
As a mother's soothing caress.
My love isn't a lie,
My desire is to become someone for you,
Will I look good in a tie?
Just because I couldn't draw your face,
Because your beauty is too hard for me to trace.
Keep this a secret for me,
My love, you're the only one who knows.
Written in the spur of the moment. Entry for wcc sept.