Whispering gently the words I wish you would hear. But nothing of my soft voice reaches your ear. Nothing of the sentiment deep within me shows on my face or in my posture. Therefore ignorant you remain of the bleeding of my heart. Your ears are deaf and your eyes are blind to the fact that my life beats to the rhythm of your heart. My night glows from the twinkle of your eye. My day dawns with the crack of your smile.
You mean so much to me. Do you know? But how could you know? I am afraid. I am afraid that your eyes would never look my way if you were to know they were a magnet to my soul. I am afraid that your smile would never break forth if you knew how thoroughly it shattered my will to stand alone. I am afraid your lips would never speak my name if you knew the life it brought forth in me. I am afraid that my passion is unrequited.
And so I remain silent. But not forever. Some day I will tell you. My life did not begin until the day I watched you gracefully walk through that door. Someday I will share. I had no purpose until I learned your name. Someday I will speak. Your voice is the music of my life. Someday I will risk. You are so very high above me. Someday I will tell you.
