i still miss you. i never stopped missing you. but i'll be okay.

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better