"So much I wanna say to the love of my life, but is there enough ink or pads to express the variations of how she makes me feel? Can Heaven and Earth recall the many times I've studdered, drew a blank in my mind, over the many times I've rehearsed what I wanna say? Can she understand the pressure I feel, when it's on the tip of my tongue, but nothing comes out? I wonder if I get entangled by the look in her eyes, or by the vibrance of the twist in her hips, or the longing to kiss the sweet fruit of her lips? So much I wanna say to the love of my life, but can I get pass the fear of rejection or the awkwardness of putting myself out there, and she doesn't feel me? Guess I'll never have the courage to verbally speak it, but be comfortable within these lines. So, much I wanna say, but can't get ties in my tongue."
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