With words I cannot express
the emotion, I cannot suppress.
 
The feelings hidden inside
to them, I must abide.
 
And as the feelings may never be the same
to that end, I might perish in flame.
 
Even so, I merely wish to see your smile
and with it, bring me joy for a while.
 
And though I may not be yours
I shall still be warmed to my core.
 
Even weep as I may
to desolate sorrow i will not stray.
 
Known to me is your care
But to your arms, I can't yet—or perhaps—dare
 
Now with these sweet words in your ear,
perhaps let them draw you near.
But if it shall not be, don't fear
For even then, I shall stay beside you, my dear.