The title of him is kept secret,
I dare not breath his name,
not a soul has the knowledge of love,
for this human being.
My mouth is a locked box,
filled with his face,
and in this box is locked,
the finest lace.
I have sworn myself to secrecy,
the Bible is under my left hand,
This is not easy for me,
If you were in my position you would understand.
I'm a volcano about to erupt,
a balloon about to pop.
My temperature is rising up,
this is killing me,
it needs to stop.
If it don't,
what will happen to me?
This I do not know,
this secret I will keep,
I will not let it go.