Your pictures I've hidden, deep in my heart,
Guarding them fiercely, with a secret art.
That my affection for you shall remain,
But from afar, like whispers in the rain.
Threatens to unravel this affection of mine,
Yet refusing to surrender, I bide my time.
I wonder, are you safe and sound?
What joys and sorrows have you found?
Though my heart aches with a yearning so strong,
I must respect the choices that you belong....
For deep within, a truth I must confess
You belong to someone else, a painful distress