I wish I could express
In speech as I do in writing
How much I feel about you,
How heavily I care,
How deeply you affect me,
And everything that means.
Mind to mind,
Or empathy to recognition,
In terms of verbal exchange
Is apt to be uncomfortable.
You can read my poems
And feel me more fully
Than you ever could’ve felt me
Face-to-face.
Extrordinary circumstances
Might expose our true emotions,
But the mundanity of self-consciousness
Prevents a simple telling.
I can try,
And occasionally do well,
But I’ve little hope of equaling
The context of the written word.
I love you.
