Here I recline in suppressed eagerness
Trying so dearly to quite my wandering thoughts;
Oh, how they race drawing hopelessness 
From what my actions have bought.

From the self same source comes my anxiousness,
As does my unrelenting doubt,
You're at once a rain of irreproachable loveliness,
And an impenetrable drought.

Oh, do not think me absent or unkind
For I hold the greatest interest,
But it seems I'm hopelessly blind
Even to the greatest insistence.

And if it were so easily accomplished
I would speak my truest intentions,
And my hesitancy would be abolished 
And there would be just one loving dimension.