Dearest, when we are in a crowd
And I am not allowed
By word, or glance, or touch,
To let you know how much
I love you, do not fear
Nor think you are less dear
To me. If my lips do not speak
To you, let not your faith grow weak
And too, if I look not your way
Do not think that I betray
Your presence in my heart.
Perhaps your pride will start
To rise if I do not take your hand
And acknowledge where I stand
With you, as lover, friend, or foe.
But my darling please know
How very hard it would be
To try and make others see
That such a love as ours is not
Within the level of common thought
So must be kept between we two.
Let none suspect no matter who.
For if it were somehow revealed
Misunderstanding would surely steal
Away the sweetness, and it would die.
Then what would we have, you and I?
So bear with me .. when we're alone
Then my dear I will make known
To you my love (so great a love)
Of which my heart is full
And so 'til then be certain of
Your presence in my very soul.