Secrets

There are secrets

I must keep from you

little treasures

that I like to keep close

You cannot peek!

I must lock these up

like a schoolgirl's diary

that you may not read

because you might

unwittingly, stop

adding to

my tiny collection (oh no!)

of stolen glances,

the butterflies you send

down my belly,

of humming little tunes,

as your fingers

trace smooth lines

on my hand when

we hold them together,

your dancing

of tiny dances

when you think

I am not watching,

and your every chuckle

to my every silly story,

your shy forehead kisses

barely brushing

against my hairline,

and the most precious piece--

the glint in your eyes

how you light up

at the sight of me

so you see,

still waters need not be troubled,

some things need not be said

about something as silly

as a secret crush

on my husband-to-be.