To share the least ,
I could say; "I love you"
To say a lie
I say "I may love you"

Yet I wish I to say the truth,
And say I may,
Your eyes bring about a world, of dreams ,
Not of hope; rather of frightful love
Your smile so kind,
Speaking the words of joy,
But never heard.

Poorly expressed , I may say so myself
The truth becomes when I explain,
That I am in love with you ,
Just for your mask, only for your face

You fear me, you dread me; you space,
It is as though an arrow crossed my heart,
From the arrow,  of not cupid,  but the saying himself,
It pains.

I would like to say,
For it is not the truth that hurts,
Nor the love,
The pain lies within its sharing