I speak from my heart if I ever had one.

Or from the heart of my mind

Since my thoughts are of love.

To date, my tongue

Has never tasted words of a feeling so divine,

Flowing from without and not from my imaginary sight.

I might begin by saying I love you,

But truth be told,

Such words cannot afford you.

Or I might begin by thinking of you,

As if I wasn’t, before deciding to oppress you,

Into a poem that cannot be your worth prove.

What hasn’t been said about love is what I’m saying

And you may wonder, what are my intentions for you?

Well, to reply, whatever your lovely voice commands me to do,

Till doing is past and has come the time for me to rest too.