I wrote you a secret love letter,
by the light of the midnight lamp.
That was a year ago and I haven’t sent it,
as I am still licking the back of the stamp.
After I wrote it I continued to proof read it,
and I did it over and over again for myself.
It was romantic with a passion of my love for you,
but the silence has now taken some of my health.
It scared me that you would ignore my plea,
to love me with all of your unconditional heart.
It remains with me without a stamp attached,
because I know not where, or how to start.
I know that you are so beautiful from the inside,
and my wisdom reminds me that I must not tell.
You are so devoted to your daily work,
and it was there my love for you, my heart fell.
I’ve tried to get your undivided attention,
but you seem happy just as you are.
I’ll continue to lick the stamp on the back,
hoping for the taste of your lips from afar.