I have a song for you in my mind;
I cannot, however, sing it to you.
For the sun is so warm, and the river – so kind,
My song – through me to you, cannot get through.
I have a dance for you – my steps well rehearsed, and sometimes not.
I cannot, however, dance for you.
For the butterflies flutter their wings – in colours so gay,
And the sun – through the clouds, and across the sky, makes its way.
I have a rose for you – red, and in bloom.
The rose, however, I cannot give to you.
For its petals – tender and sweet, take away my gloom.
And beauty has always complemented beauty, but never alone.
I have come to you, with no hopes in mind;
With a mind so blue, and a heart so kind,
That it forgets its suffering and pain,
And rejoices, with just humble gain.
So, all I can do is think about you,
While I try to identify my thoughts – so vague.
The thoughts that come, however, drift away soon –
Like the comfort of the summer, and the sparkle of the river – in the light of the moon.