I can whisper my desires to the wind.
It will gust and make a flurry of my secrets,
touch your face and blow through your hair.
I can confide in the wet beach sand.
My clandestine stories will be taken away by the waves.
Concealed in the depth of the ocean,
they will be found nowhere.
Amidst the chatter,
Splashing and howling of the heavy rain drops,
I can shout my love out for you,
and leave them confessed,
You are oblivious to the innocent little bird
that comes every morning outside your window,
to softly chirp and twitter,
about my one sided secret love affair.