Poem o truth
My heart flutters at the touch, A secret well kept. As time passes It will soon be known. For all know of my love for him. But what is one to do when Your best friend loves him too? One stands by of course to Let him be happy. The fluttering slows and the tears race. Can he not tell I see him Before I lay my head each night? Does he not know of my feelings for him? But of course he does, For I have told him. But what does one do When another cares not?