If I were a tender poet maybe I could speak
All those lines and perfect phrases just beyond my reach
And I'd like to say what's in my heart
But I don't have the nerve
And I'd tell you that I love you
But I just can't find the words
Maybe I could paint a picture, and let the colors show
All I've been keeping to myself yet want
Or maybe I could write a letter and keep
No greeting card type sentiment, just