Confession/Confession

"If you love someone, tell 'em now. 'Cause you know you'll get to the point that it's too late and you think, 'I should have said that.''"
-Paul McCartney

Let me tell you the tale

Of the time that I

Told the girl of how I felt to no avail

And told her why

A cold dark night befell

I was in bed with an ail

I feared the it might take me to hell

And not live to tell this tale

And so I spoke of my fever

Fingers shivering, head split with ache

I gathered the courage and the last ounce arrow in my quiver

And told her of the feelings she had me make

And then, I waited for her answer, with hopeful glee

But as the night grew deeper, and immensely, grew my fever

She said no word, not a single word to me

But I was hopeful, I said. I can wait forever


My fever was at its peak, I felt the claws of death

Trying hard to fight sleep, as if I fought sleep, I would die

With what was certain death, I did one last thing in my last minutes of health

Tell this girl what I felt and why.

But as days passed by, my hope grew dim

The sun in the sky revolved around it endlessly

The days passed by, my joy turned grim

As I waited for her tirelessly

If you can read this, I say, speak to me

With this uncertainty, my heart grows tired

I cannot live my life with an untied loose end in thee

You, the only one I so admired

And if you can read this again, I say

I love you to the farthest star in the skies

To the deepest recesses of my heart today

Where the heart, with you it tries

Hey guys. I confessed to her. She never replied. The uncertainty is painful. All I said is in the above picture. I sent it on twitter, I don't know what seenzone is in twitter. If she can read this, I want to tell her, that the words that I was too afraid to say were above.

Jean,

If you can read this, I want you to know that I am in love with you, and I can do nothing to help myself to this feeling. You make me want to go on. You make want to enjoy the sun that rises every single day of my life. You are the sun in my mind that eternally shines, no matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about you, you had a way of making yourself thought in someone's mind. The joy I have when I'm with you compares to nothing else. I might sound selfish if I say I love you, but I have nothing better to offer than that. I know that even if I was the greatest poet, I can never have the words to explain how I feel about you. Even if I was the greatest musician, no song can ever tell you the feelings I have for you. I can never paint the picture that shows you what I feel for you. And it just tears me up inside because you deserve to know how I feel about you because, not even the greatest poet, the greatest musician, the greatest artist, the greatest writer, nor the greatest scholar can do justice to your beauty. It's a shame that the magic you gave me in my heart that gets me out of bed in the morning thinking that it's going to be a wonderful day are just another set of words to you. But they're all I have. Of all the things I fail at, words are the only thing I have that are at least respectable. I have no good voice, I have no good acting skills, I have no good drawing skills, so I make use of what I have to express, or at least weakly attempt to express, the feelings I have for you. You make me smile, you make me want to be a better man, you've changed me in ways I could not imagine someone could do. This is me in my most sincere, I am a reserved man, but for you, I opened up for you to see me as I am.

"He stepped down, trying not too look long at her. Yet she saw her, like the sun. Even without looking."

-Leo Tolstoy