I still miss you a whole lot
I just found out what it is
The very cause of my distraction unveiled
My Emotional Nervous System is on high alert

But I just wonder why it has taken so long
A journey of denial and pride on the side
The stakes were high
My confession would be against the norm
The “she” should never say the “L word first
Or else she's lost her sense of dignity
Or so I have always believed

And so I have bottled it up within myself
My fingers quick to express my thoughts
But my lips still must remain sealed
Not to say a word till the “he” says it first

I can't take it no more
My focus is on the this figure of gracious beauty
Beauty from deep down within
An icon of purity and sincerity

It may not fit the profile “slam-dunk-cute”
Maybe not too built, tall, dark, and handsome
But on the scales of:
Integrity, niceness, loveliness, sensitivity,
Intelligence, humor, ambition, responsibility,
And all those real things,
That “she” would really need when the tides rise high
He's got it all in remarkable distinctions

So, I rest my pen again,
The feelings still strong
The longing even weightier
I’ll wait for the right time
When I can share these thoughts in words:

“I love you” or maybe “I once loved you”

© Fisayo Fadelu - June 2003