If I were to tell her I once loved her
To draw upon the conclusion of this
But never to express directly to that love
Should that in what it is be called insane
to crave for the compassion of one such light be even conceived
Or is it just for me to believe in the life of her beauty to
Inquire about such but never to succeed in the life or joy of that light
To which we bleed for or is just me
Could it be that my thoughts just couldn't be conceived
As I lean praying for her touch maybe she would glance my way and we could stay forever in a state of pause
we could talk and maybe relate
Maybe if I were to say I love your mind body and soul.