So, is the secrecy of feelings kept within my mind and heart blatant to your watchful eye or do you choose not to guard our leisure?

With such a claim to union, is it possible that you do not see through me and my invented amity or is this claim one that I have feigned?

Oh, the elated smile and torturous longing that I feel from tomorrow to yesterday while reflecting today of your written voice. Have you no notion?

I am left properly anonymous but can barely detain this longing to steal a kiss not meant for me and bestow of me what I hold on to so uncertainly.