How can it hurt,
to love her so much,
to live for her face,
her smile, her touch.
How can perfection,
take shape of a face,
My heart and my soul,
in your care I place.
I wish I could tell you,
the feelings I have,
I'm scared of rejection,
I'm scared to be sad.
I tried to sit back,
put my feelings on hold.
The pain of past loves,
secrets yet to be told.
I fear saying this,
might bring us apart,
I'm sorry... but I must,
be true to my heart.
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Keith A. Lynema