Words left unsaid spoil quickly
My hands are restless, full of gestures
I had prepared and made perfect
While revealing my feelings to you

This mind bears many  fruits
I wish I could pluck them delicately
Instead of this clumsy silence
And flare-up of emotion

But I cannot seem to gather myself
Like so many silken threads
The harder I grasp, the faster they fall
All thats left is pooling in my chest

And the poetry, you say, is in my eyes