My secret lives
In my veins
As refreshing
As a rushing river
Light blue
Just like the sky

A golden ring
Shining in the dark
A little ring
I take everywhere

This secret is like
A Christmas gift
Which may not be opened

A sweet taste
That turns bitter

When thinking
My muscles turn tense
And a bunch
Of mixed emotions

Just the feel
Of not knowing
Where he is

Just like
The Christmas box
I wrote about
Earlier
This secret
Cannot be
Unraveled