Oh, but for the words I cannot tell you, I would have your heart.

Maligned against the shadow of my conscience, truths too frail to echo freely
reflect, carrying bursts of fantasies that tug against the structure of my soul.

If I could, for a fraction of an instant, take you into those ideas;
if you could sense just a drop of the emotion that paints my dreams
and etches the critical beauty of your face into my eyes, involuntarily...

If I could only overwhelm you the way you do me...

But I have nothing but words to offer, and words decay faster than flowers

I could return to you your dignity,
if you would return me my attention.

If only anything else were worth focusing on...