But this isnt love

I've kept a secret of love hidden within long and deep
It's no enticing tale of scandalous affair
Just one I don't know how to convey verbally

Everyday with you was pulsating and lively
Deep conversations awoken me from an apathetic coma
Life had become almost bliss

But this isn't a love poem...

Often I've dreaded this anxiety
The possibilities it might mean
Soon fearing when we meet and the secret I keep

Daydreams of your dorky smile faded
Replaced with wonders of a single life
Pondering what I could accomplish if I told you

I don't love you...