Arms holding arms.
Not me.
Hearts beating for hearts.
Not me.
Kisses freeing kisses.
Not me.
Hands clasping hands.
Not me.
Words promising words.
Not me.
Eyes seeking eyes.
Not me.
Love feeling love.
Not me.

For my love is secret.
Our love is secret.

All the while you love her, it is
Secret.
While your arms are hers, it is
Secret.
While you kiss and hold her, it is
Secret.
While you whisper her the world, I am a
Secret.
While you stare into her heart feeling love.
I am secret.

I am secret.
Just a secret.