I received this poem from Cristy last month, shortly after it was written. - poetheart 06/14/02
You were not even mine,
Yet I pretended that you were.
Forcing myself to forget
That you still belonged to her.
I knew that it was wrong,
But told myself that it was good.
Secrets, broken trust and lies,
This - we understood.
A love given and received,
Through guilt and even shame.
All the pain we caused,
With only ourselves to blame.
We will pay for this sin.
Maybe not now, but in time.
For I am your deepest secret,
And you, my love, are mine.
by Cristy Ramirez