| How can I tell you what I feel for you? When I think of you my feelings twist inside As if someone"s fist reached in and grabbed a few, And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I"ve tried Somehow to say: You"re the sun in my sky, The wind that takes me where I want to go, The sweet incense that makes me feel so high That loving you seems all I need to know. But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute, Empty as a wrinkled paper bag. You won"t believe it! Better I stay mute Than offer you cliches that make you gag. And yet I wish to tell you of my love, If only love its own locks would remove! |
