For Now, I Will Write To You-- In Secret

I found my self having so much fondness
In the beauty of your soul,
That strangers are yet to stumble upon.
Yet to disclose such fondness
Is not profitable...
To you, or me, or us--
But just for now.

Until then,
I will write about you in secret.
I will unbosom you in the hearts of strangers,
Through songs that you've never heard of.
Through words whispered that will linger
To people I've known that you've never have accosted with.
I will write about you without the intention of disclosing
My hearts enthrallment to the beauty of your soul.
My writing will show a spectacle of your pulchritude,
But you will never know.
Or maybe, someday you will.

I will never let you know,
Until the time is right.
I will never let you know,
Until the One who truly authored
Our story yet untold tells us,
"It's time."
Until then,
I will write to you.
I will write about you.
In secret, with discretion,
Knowing that maybe someday
I will get the chance to tell you,
To let you know,
To Read to you, to sing to you
Everything I have secretly written about you.
Until then,
I will write about you
While I let Him write about
What could possibly be "us".
That maybe someday maybe,
Just maybe, there could be.