I long to be touched, but somehow we're apart
I taught these hands to write because of you
So in some form you will know that I have loved you
Sorrow fills my veins when I think of my procastination
I could have done more then this verbal approximation
But where is the need to do more for you
When I've tried my best to love you?
Your past still haunts my present
I try to push it far so it remains distant
Because it nags in my ear all day long of you
And how I could still manage to love you?
I wish forgiveness would find you and grant those wishes you've been wishing
You'd think that your blood would mean something
But there is no way I could ever hold the winds to change you
All I can do is to keep on loving you like I love you
The only way I can show emotion without fears
And get through a sentence without crumbling in tears
Is to write the words I taught my hand to
And in the essence of all of it, is 'I love you'.