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I cannot say I love you, nor can I admit.

That I am in love with you and can't stand it.

I want to say, but wanting to makes me no bolder.

Even though you're about 10 years older.



But age matters not to me, nor to my heart.

I just don't like the feeling of being pulled apart.

My soul says I love you, therefore it must be true.

So my mouth shapes the words that I want to say to you.



Yet, my voice stops from what you may think.

My train of thought is not too sure and my heart starts to sink.

I get to thinking when I am around you, just to feel your touch.

Just to get close because I'm attracted to you so much.



I want to hold you, as like in a romance.

Or embrace you and caress you, as in a slow dance.

It's like a tease, but knowing it's not your fault.

You make me feel special, that my heart does a somersault.



You are so sweet to me, yet I have to deny it.

You're somewhat older, you wont even buy it.

I can't write you a letter, because I'm not that way.

I either write in rhyme or let my feelings display.



You may think I'm immature because I'm just a teen.

Believe it or not, I've seen much more than any other has seen.

As I've said, in this situation, there's a strange role that I play.

But, under the circumstances, you know I cannot say.







Copyright �2004 Carlos A. Cook