You said it in French. Made it unique, Special. But lost in translation. The intent was there, but So was the fear. “Je t'adore” I love you. Such a shame.
I understand though. A form of expression With your mysterious style. I did it when I love you. Now you do it for him. At least he knows. I was just a coward. Maybe one day This glass will shatter And the shards will make it Painfully clear.
Then, you will know How I feel about you And maybe I will know Where I stand with you