Secret Confessions.

My eyes start to droop,
Sleep is on its way.
You know its coming,
So you hold me tightly
And kiss my cheek goodnight.
Eyes closed you think I’m asleep,
You brush the hair out of my eyes,
And whisper “I love you”,
Thinking I couldn’t hear.
Smile forming on my lips,
Grabbing your hand,
And placing it over my heart,
Letting you feel my racing heart.