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.

You see,

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,

Don't fret.

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.