words never told

If I were to tell her I once loved her To draw upon the conclusion of this But never to express directly to that love Should that in what it is be called insane to crave for the compassion of one such light be even conceived Or is it just for me to believe in the life of her beauty to Inquire about such but never to succeed in the life or joy of that light To which we bleed for or is just me Could it be that my thoughts just couldn't be conceived As I lean praying for her touch maybe she would glance my way and we could stay forever in a state of pause we could talk and maybe relate Maybe if I were to say I love your mind body and soul.