I try so hard not to let it show.
Because sometimes it's too intense for me
My overflowing awe
I fear how it does to you.
But really, Im just afraid
To confess.
Because like I said
My liking is too much for my own self.
Too much of me
And so,
If I confess
Darling
Let my words do the rest.
I might gush everything.
And by everything,
Its all of me
Even my toe's curled end.
What would be of me?
If you decide
Not to catch what I freed?
What can I do
With a hollow heart
And a pained soul?
