This feeling is overriding my thoughts and my words and my "poetry"...
But I'm afraid to tell you, frightened you might not understand.
And yet, I think you would understand better than anyone...
Am I afraid of admitting it to you or to myself?

If I could put my love into words, I would.
But I can't.
I'm not even sure this is love.

In my head, the words come easily,
practically an unconscious declaration.
In the air, the words are clipped,
practically crawling up my throat.

I have to tell someone,
otherwise the thoughts will consume me.
Ah, but who to tell?