Clio's Predicament

If they ever knew what you meant to me, If they ever knew the truth: If they knew how much I love you And have loved you since my youth They would make of me an outcast, love -- It becomes not my profession Once they knew, they would surely find Judgement clouded by affection If to show my love is forbidden me, Then let it take this form: That I only strive to paint your likeness true While yet my inner heart stays warm You will remain, though silently, My hero, my best friend But may all who chance to read these lines Never truly comprehend.