By Paul B
Date: 23 June 2000
Secret Confession
Sweetheart, I have a confession
And it’s certainly not my passion
But there will come a day when we will part
And I hope it breaks your heart
Until then I’ll be loving and true
Take care of you without prompting or cue
Give you passionate attention in waves
The kind poet dreamers all crave
I’ll build memories one by one
Like a monument touching the sun
Roses on your pillow to surprise
Many others to bring tears to your eyes
Like the times you were carrying our sons
On your mid-section I put headphones on
And played music to our unborn kids
No one tolerated me like you did
I studied your language and visited your land
Traveled miles to ask your father for your hand
We married the old fashioned way
Will it flood back to you that sad day
I won’t leave you for another or spite
And the only way I’ll know I loved you right
Is seeing the hurt on your face as you cry
And I pray it's the saddest of your life
For assurance that you chose the right man
I’m going to love you has hard as I can
May it be the only time I do hurt you
It won’t be because I meant to desert you
Since I’m older I’ll most likely go first
To be away from you, what could be worse
But when I own up to ‘til death do us part
I hope that it breaks your heart
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