That Secret Love

I have this secret love
that i can't ever openly declare
it's a wish that i'd very, very much
wish to tell the whole wide world
but the fear that i would be misunderstood
is what's holding me back...

for i have this secret love
a love that i had nursed -
a long,long way back in time...
a love for something in my past -
a love so pure and magnanimous,
none can ever concede to contest...

Each time i make my way home to you
even through dark or stormy weather -
my heart would lurge and sing with joy
about this secret love of mine...
all the way with mile after mile of excitement
i would fly through stormy weather
to stand there before you -
to be able to declare my love to you, alone...

For i don't wish to be misunderstood -
and be a second Vincent Van Gogh...
i don't wish to be thrown into prison
or have my ears removed - my God!
for these are the worst things that man can face:
to be robbed of hearing my love's voice calling my name,
and singing lovely praises to me...
to be robbed of the very essence of living:
freedom to talk to the trees in the forest...
freedom to touch the earth beneath my feet...
freedom to look up at the beautiful blue skies...
freedom to stand there before you...

My first love, my most beloved -
my South China Sea beckons to me...
for i've always run to you -
when i need to cry;
i've always gone to you -
when i'm tired and need to rest my tired smile;
and you've always been there for me:
to listen to my heart as it weeps...
to console and to heal the heart that bleeds...
you've always taught me to be brave -
and to smile in adversity...
and i've always done the best i could....

So when i leave you, my love -
it is with a joyous heart;
and the footsteps that i leave behind -
sing of joy to the world, not misery...