Musings by The Poet Loriet
I Won't Tell
What I won't tell you
is that I really do love you.
I won't tell you that I waited
two whole days for you to call
not wanting to seem too eager.
I won't tell you I need you,
afraid of scaring you away.
I won't tell you that I want you,
acting as if it's a surprise
if you happen to kiss my lips
or tangle your legs with mine
as we watch Sunday T.V.
I won't tell you that
I smoothed your hair
pretending to brush off
a piece of fuzz because
I had to touch you just once.
I won't tell you that
I found your cologne
on a store shelf and
stood there inhaling it
and dizzy with emotion
thinking of your scent.
But most of all, I won't,
can't, refuse...
to tell you how I love you.
I honestly love you.
I madly deeply truly love you.
But I know you don't love me,
so I'll never tell...
Lori Beal
is that I really do love you.
I won't tell you that I waited
two whole days for you to call
not wanting to seem too eager.
I won't tell you I need you,
afraid of scaring you away.
I won't tell you that I want you,
acting as if it's a surprise
if you happen to kiss my lips
or tangle your legs with mine
as we watch Sunday T.V.
I won't tell you that
I smoothed your hair
pretending to brush off
a piece of fuzz because
I had to touch you just once.
I won't tell you that
I found your cologne
on a store shelf and
stood there inhaling it
and dizzy with emotion
thinking of your scent.
But most of all, I won't,
can't, refuse...
to tell you how I love you.
I honestly love you.
I madly deeply truly love you.
But I know you don't love me,
so I'll never tell...
Lori Beal
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