Once you find out
It's not the names you call me.
that won't allow me to speak out,
about how much I need you.
about how much
I care...
It's not the tenderness in your voice.
that won't allow me to shout,
about how much I awe you,
about how much
I'll share...
It's not the soft and breathtaking kisses.
That won't allow me to talk about,
about how much you've changed me,
and how much
I'll bear...
It's not those freas running in my mind.
that won't allowe me to commit,
fearing that you'll stop loving me,
once
___you
______find
_________out....
who I really am.
By Erin.