For me only

In my eyes you will not read
I will not admit it
You do not guess my thoughts
In addition I do not let it come.
My longing, my faith, my hope
If everything is what to me remains, because
Do I not expect too much from you?
Nevertheless, you already read in my eyes
In any case, I anticipated this
My thoughts? Have you guessed them?
If so: how often should I admit it...?!