Secret Love by SANDEFJORD

SECRET LOVE It was in Paris, on the peaceful banks of the Seine, where memories drift between the cobblestones and the water. It was that day my eyes first met the light shining in his gaze. I still remember his gentle face, with his long hair, his features so pure they seemed drawn by a dream. Just one word… and fate might have changed, but without saying anything, I only offered a timid smile. I love him in secret, Like a melody softly hummed, Like a prayer quietly kept within. I love him in secret, And each night, I feel him near… within reach of my soul, All mine, in that dream where I hold him close… But sadly, he knows nothing of it. And if only our paths were to cross again, with a gentle word, I would ask him to stay a little… just enough for my thoughts to finally become words of love. Then maybe… he would guess this fever that burns in me, this silent turmoil, this shiver only love can bring. This silence that chains me, This poison in my heart, in my veins… I love him so, I love him so!.. If by pure chance, his heart could open to me, then maybe, with a trembling yet true voice, I would simply tell him… that it is him I love, Since that day… in secret.

Genre

Deep House