Secret Love Poem by Ben Littlechild

She knows not that for her I care,
Even though she must notice me stare.
Every time she smiles at me, my heart skips a beat
For the smile that shines, lifts me off my feet.
She sees me as only a friend,
And that I promise to never abuse or offend,
But could we be more together, or is it my heart trying to pretend.

She is engrossed in her work, that’s her passion
But that passion doesn’t extend to me,
Where the need to succeed means love is out of fashion.
Her beauty is greater than a thousand sunsets,
Yet that beauty for me won’t shine
I’m her friend, secret love and yet our hearts will never entwine.
Yet I feel honoured to be what I can be,
And dream of what I will never see.