There are so many things I want to say to you
A whirlpool of dreams pinned in my mind
So many things to communicate, to think, to write
Uncontainable, chaotic, perplexed
So much I wish to tell you everything
But those words just seem to slip away
Blank pages of hidden expressions
Words yet to be written
Still my heart shouts, still my mind meddles
So irritating, these pages linger for words yet to appear
But nothing can be written
For my love for you cannot be elucidated in words
So much I desire to be in your arms
To feel you and your body against mine
I crave your savor and your spirit
Our hearts to beat in harmony
As a tear drops from an endless sea of ardor
Forever I will wait, even for eternity
I'll sit on rose petals of lust
And feel the mist of lament
I would climb the ladder of life for you
Escape the ambush of reticent
But bearing such humiliation and petrifaction
Those three words I long to say
Have gone astray in my trail of judgment
And for that, I confess, I am a coward.
