I love you.
Except , I can't tell you.
I want you.
Except, I won't admit it.
I love the way friends states they know.
But, how can they?
When I hadn't even spoked.

It's in my eyes.
It's in my voice.
Least to them.
When I speak concerning you.
Where the evidence?
Exactly, where's the proof?
To me.
It's totally news.

In my dreams.
You are there.
In my minds.
Thoughts of you appears.

I guess.
It's a self denial I'm going through.
Afraid to admit, my love for you.