I keep my words
Hidden in my heart.
Wandering phrases,
pieces and parts.
That maybe one day
you'll come to hear
if some fateful day
the perfect chance appears.
So I'll keep close
And bide my time
for chances I get
to make you smile.
If not a longer while,
or even a moment from now
Never mind the wait
All I care is how.
How I might say these words
to wipe your sorrows and doubts
perhaps to show a heart
that for you I'd pull out.
Maybe to flatter,
maybe to give life.
Share in sympathy
or to hear during strife.

These words I keep
Though seldom expressed
Are from a grateful heart
That Your gentle soul caressed