Secret Love

You never told me how you felt about me,
but now that I have discovered your secret,
somehow, I burn in the fires of jealousy.
My heart torments me, whispering unsolicited scenarios
of what could have been or what could be.
Seeing you with him, I whisper to myself,
It should have been you and me;
at the time, other lovers occupied my time,
so I couldn’t clearly see how you looked at me.
Maybe, I was always yours — in my heart, subconsciously
destined to discover your true feelings inevitably.
When you see her again don’t be angry,
but for the record, it was your closest
and most trusted friend that
revealed it to me.

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