If I could die for you, I would.
I'd give my heart and soul,
Though you barely seem to notice,
It is you who makes me whole.
For every bit of kindness,
(No matter that it's small,)
I count the days I've loved you;
I can't count them all.
I smile when I see you,
on the other side of the room.
I imagine of a time to be
when we are bride and groom.
I knew these foolish feelings
may never be returned.
But despite it all I loved you-
Affectionate, I yearned.
I wish you knew these feelings,
or that I could share them freely.
But the words are stuck within my throat,
I cannot speak so easily.
I tried it once: to tell you.