Indiscreet

Indiscreet – it’s indiscreet,
to gaze at you – each time we meet
I’ve told my eyes – they must disguise –
this yearning.
Yes it’s indiscreet – quite indiscreet, to find your touch –
so bitter sweet.
You’re close to me and suddenly I’m burning
While I ask myself: “Where is your pride?”
irresistibly I’m drawn to your side
And (Yes) it’s indiscreet – so indiscreet, but love is swift –
and time is sweet and oh my dear –
I crave the nearness of you
To love you is why my heart must be
– so love me – it can’t be indiscreet.