By Raine Mckallister, raine_mck@yahoo.com
Date: 9 October 1998

Secret Favor

I was sitting at the porch one day,
When all my feelings washed away,
The only thing left there, it's true,
Were only feelings there for you.
The love in your eyes brought me here,
Your warm embrace brings me to tears,
The smell of your hair as you give it the flip,
Soft are your hands that I bring to my lips.
Yes, your heart is there, a warmsoft thing,
And near you herald angels sing,
To be near such a grand young girl,
That puts my heart into a whirl.
Yes, your heart's there, but not for me,
And only people there may see, 
That you and I may just be friends,
But this, my dear, may bring my end.
If I play the game, my cards just right,
And concentrate and pray all night,
One day things might be just fine,
And one day, dear, you might be mine.
But now, alas, I must not peep,
My secret, darling, I must keep,
For if you hear the words I'm saying,
The game of cards you might stop playing,
Leaving me a mindless waste.
So what's the use of using haste?
But you lips, dear, I long to taste,
So soundlessly I'll keep feeling laced,
Within my yearning, burning heart.