My Little Secret

Huddled on the ground,
You and I stare, this
view, oh, this beautiful
View; the rolling hills,
The grass so green, the
Tall, extravagant cherry
Blossom trees extending to
The sky; our hearts beat as
One; our breaths taken away
By this view.

The constant scratches
Of a worn down pencil
On paper fill the air;
I am the artist; I
Am the model; I
Sketch this one moment
We shared together
Just before I lost
You.

The mighty heavens
Must despise me, for
They filled your body
With a sickness, one
That rapidly spread; I
Stayed by your side; I
Held your hand; I watched
You, my love, die in
my arms; when you died
I did not cry, for you
Are in a better place;
You opened my heart, and
Taught me to love; I
Never told you until
It was too late; my
Secret; this tiny little
Thing; this part of you
That will live on; this
Creation of you and
me; I am sorry I
Should of told you,
My dear, this child
Is yours.