And then When She asked…

When she wanted to know,

what I hide and don’t show

Her pictures in my pocket,

Her smile that she hold,

and she reminds me thus

her blush while I took.

Her eyes that they speak,

and I spend all my time,

when she, not with me.

She knows that she is,

even though when she asks,

I say it to her,

“It is you,

you are my privacy”

context: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/privacy/