There are things
that I keep hidden.
These words on my tongue
are forbidden.
I'd like to tell you
how I feel.
Then maybe the magic
could be for real.
I'd like to tell you
before I blow.
But I'm not sure if I
really want you to know.
I'd like to say
marry me, please?
But whenever I start
I stop and I freeze.
I'd like to tell you
that I think you're the one.
But if you reject me
then the worst has begun.
I'd like to tell you this, but
what if you take it the wrong way?
I love you, my dear -
but that's something I will never say.
