I am hidden behind a scarlet curtain.
When is it lifted; I am uncertain.
My feelings can't show it
But you truly must know it;
For you, my heart is hurtin'!
I am hidden behind a scarlet veil.
Only it can tell the tale
Of a young little miss
Who yearned for a kiss
From a migrant, shy, young male.
(Pertained to my situation [migrant])
I am hidden behind a scarlet cover,
Hoping that you won't fall for another.
The miss, 'twas me!
And also, you see,
You are the male and my good friend's brother.
(Oh joy this wonderful rhyme is actually true! [My good friend's brother])
I am peering out of my scarlet curtain,
What awaits me is truly uncertain.
(This poem is no longer relevant to me, mainly because of the word "migrant," if you get what I was trying to say.)