Words won't flood forth,
nor tell what my heart truely says,
How often do I think of you,
how often do I wish to see you,
and to be able to tell you,
that time we spend together is the best part of my day.
That I await such moments anxiously.
But my heart quivers at saying such words,
and grow more and more nervous.
I question everything I do or say,
until I remain quiet.
Hidden in a shield of shyness,
When inside I'm dying of happiness,
just standing next to you.