I have a secret that whispers,

But is never betrayed.

It’s not always pretty,

But it’s beautiful always.

My secret is a passion,

A need deep within.

To be on my knees,

At the feet of Him.

To serve Him and please Him,

To be his alone.

To give my control,

And I crave being owned.

This is my secret,

One I hold close.

I’m scared if I share,

I will end up alone.