Untitled, Left for the Heart to Guess

I know who you are,

That's why I could only say "I Love You" to myself for you,

I just wish you wouldn't hear it,

so that I could say it behind your back over and over again,

I know you,

and you know me but you don't know what's inside of me.

That's better,

now I know my eyes can still rest on you.

I. Love. You

I see you everyday,

that's enough for me

I won't talk to you,

my heart will.

I find it puzzling how you are right now.

You're a classical beauty,

not only in my eyes, but them too.

As long as you're there,

then I've no anguish within me.

I find you charming,

though I don't know why,

but this little charade of mine - 'tis my only way of appreciation.

It's passive to you, yet it's active in my heart.

I just wish, that as I lay down on my deathbed.

And as soon as I smell the sepulchral air adrift,

I just hope that I could still hold your arms around me,

your tears in my lips ~ your soft, loving cry makes me smile.

Keep me in your heart, that's all I ask,

And I shall keep you in mine, even though I'm already gone.

Memories are supposed to be remembered,

but I have your's to keep my mine alive.