Disavow

I looked upon her face
reticent as I am
keeping my thoughts
of her stunning beauty
deep within.

Not allowed
I would disavow
the thoughts
as they sought
to begin.

In another setting
one's own professing
would be met with
complimentary delight.

But in this world
A mask unfurled
these thoughts
are met with fright.

So,
she will never know
the portrait I keep
deep inside
aloof and meek.

Yet,
her own task
more tragic
than my own
is to disavow
what she thinks
I think
I know.