I harbour a secret love one that's sweet yet bitter.
I harbour a secret love,
one that tears my soul to litter.
I love her with all my heart,
and have from the instant we met.
I love her with all my heart she has me in her net.
Does she know she owns my soul?
Does she know, or even care?
Does she know she has me totally?
I can't tell her, I don't dare.
So many things against it.
why can't it be more simple?
So many things against us,
like walking through a bramble.
Even the love from another,
couldn't drive her from my head
She'll be in my heart forever,
from now till the day I'm dead
I harbour a secret love.
She's always on my mind
I harbour a secret love,
why can't she be mine?
"Booth? You daydreaming?"
Booth jumped, then slapped his laptop closed, like a teenage guy caught with porn on his computer.
"Bones! Ha! ...hi..uh...no,uh, no I was just...uh " Booth waved his hand vaugely at the closed computer. "I was just..uh...going over some ..uh...boring information...about the case we just closed up...paperwork...y'know how it is...guess i was drifting off."
"Well, you gonna go for a beer at the diner? I could really use a beer. I'm buying, you're driving. Sound fair?" "Sure, be right with ya. Booth replied. "I just gotta...uh...yeah. " he waved vaugly at the computer again. "Be right there...just a sec"
.Just outside the door Brennan turned back and said "Meet you at your car. C'mon Booth, frosty beers await." Brennan smiled brilliantly. A cop walking by saw the blinding smile and stared as he went by and almost walked into a water cooler. "Sure, be right with ya.
Booth watched this with some amusement. He grinned his own version of a brilliant smile. Brennan's return smile went up another thousand watts. Then she said "C'mon then, I'm impatient." Then headed out.
A woman cop working at a desk nearby, seeing this interplay between Booth and Brennan, thought, "If that was me he was grinning like that at, I'd be taking him on his desk right this second.F*cking hot! If they don't get each other laid with themselves soon they're both gonna go nova.I wonder what he was writing in his computer? I wish it was to me. I wouldn't care if it was a f*cking laundry list! I'd repay him for it with everything I can think up." She was suddenly startled to find herself staring at Booth longingly abd fingering the third button from the top of her blouse. She dragged her eyes away and tried to concentrate on her work.
Booth looked at his computer again. To delete, or not to delete? he couldn't believe he was like some love sick boy writing heart wrenching and very bad poetry to...he gazed at Brennan's retreating behind...ok...so he could see why he was doing that. He hit "save" shut off his laptop and hurried after Brennan. Maybe he;d send it in an annonymous email...he might...he just might...or not...well...he'd think of something. He caught up to Brennan and they went to the diner, and had their frosty beers, and talked and talked and talked, and smiled the evening away with their magewatt smiles ...and Booth came closer and closer to telling her...