Secrets II

I ask your advice
time and time and time again
because one day, I intend to tell you
how I feel for you.
My dear, you are so wonderfully oblivious,
that when I tell you my secret it will
be that much more unexpected.
You offer wise counsel as if
you know you haven’t got a shot
in hell with me.
All along, it was you, my love.
It was always you.