Secret

An obsession tyrannizes me
And makes the life I lead a lie
Within the raging passions vie
My counsels now must hidden be
For reason's light would soon expose
From whence my madness first arose.
What began as youthful ardor
Awakening an aging heart
Has become a larger part
A master of my thoughts much harder
Than a simple, fleeting passion
Bitter is its daily ration.