I have met you
Not once nor twice
A lot needed to be said
But was kept within me.

Every thought is in a cue
Waiting to be said maybe thrice
Even more waiting to be heard
In order to feel free.

What good would it bring
If I told you how I feel?
And how would you react
If you heard some of my thoughts?

If I had a mic I would sing
If I had a ring before you I would kneel
If a film was in progress I would act
And in time love will say I fought.