I wish I could dedicate a poem to you,
show the world how much I admire you,
but were that to happen ...
all would be lost.
I want to represent you in words,
to paint you for who you are,
but ... I'm a fearful person,
believing in such nonsense as being invisible to the outside world,
and that everyone I care for will disappear.
For I see myself as a lonely whisper at night,
One to gone unheard.