How is it you can clear my mind?
Steal my breath straight from my chest;
Searching for words I cannot find;
And hanging my head just like the rest.

What ever happened to those warm, autumn nights?
Smiling and laughing under the starry curtains;
You used to probe me for all fear and frights,
To mend them yourself, of that I am certain.

A thousand and one questions, yet they all disperse,
When I confront you to unveil the truth;
Love me or loathe me, but indifference is a curse,
What can I do to convince you, to show you as proof?

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I confess;
I'd soon as bare my body upon the pyre,
Of social suicide and with it all the distress,
Then remain not the kindle of your fire.

I've said once and I've said it twice,
Hell I'll even say it thrice;
I failed you in your most dire hour,
My shame loams over me, a stalking tower,
And steals away what I wish to say,
How else to say, "I love you."