Must I say something? Is not enough, to want to be by your side? Would you have me present you with my mindless dribble? Would you be content to see me act a fool? Would you have me spill my guts in a crowd of onlookers? Should I tell them of your looks? How you grow more radient with every day? How every time I gaze upon your splendor, I am enchanted again and again? I could mention the angelic voice you use to sing your songs. I could regale them with storys of your fingers dancing across frets. The way you move, the things you wear, the food you make. I could say interesting, weird things, I could elaborate any detail. But your presence is so much to me. When you are in the room, the sun is to. It sits behind your eyes and wherever you look beams of warmth shine upon. When it is me, when I hold the Sun's gaze from behind those dark eyes, my front is bathed in solar rays and my spine gets chills from the difference in temperature. This sensation is just from those glances you give across the room, when I have your attention I feel like the world is watching me, and I admit I get stage fright. How could I risk telling you how I feel when it might not be mutual? I do wish for something more, but this feeling you give me as we are now is powerful, how could I chance it?