How can I tell you what I feel for you?When I think of you my feelings twist insideAs if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've triedSomehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,The wind that takes me where I want to go,The sweet incense that makes me feel so highThat loving you seems all I need to know.But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.You won't believe it! Better I stay muteThan offer you cliches that make you gag.And yet I wish to tell you of my love,If only love its own locks would remove!I Love You
Michael Francis Oubida
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