No-one knows, as I never talk,
Of my aching love for you.
I keep it bottled, under cork
Where it is safe, and true.
A weakness, or insanity,
That I should fail to act?
It's not for pride, or vanity,
I am mired here with tact.
Oh, I wish I'd told you months ago
Win back the time we've lost,
But,alas, I took it far too slow,
To our detriment, and cost.
And yet, so simple, it should be
To set it out in words;
Paint it for you, lyrically
Like the other bees to birds.
Of course, I fear I'm not enough,
Wrong in a thousand ways.
Too nervous to blag it, off the cuff,
Lost in my nervous haze.
So, tis secretly you hold my heart
And, in sorrow, I stay quiet.
Dreaming that we are not apart,
As I was brave enough to try it.
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