I love you in secret,
a secret that I keep even from myself,
Because something as fragile as this,
Should never be touched, except by the rays of sun,
that trickle in from in between the blinds,
and rest gently on our naked skin,
As I keep pretending that I am standing with two feet
firmly planted on the ground,
When I am actually dancing on the ceiling,
Upside down and with the biggest smile on my face,
and on the lips that kiss you, and have kissed you
for so many days.
Why should I say it?
We both know how fleeting this is,
why cement something that may not be here tomorrow?
It will be easier to forget this way...
Without having some silly verbs hanging in the air.
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