This feeling
Deep inside
I know.

“T’is mine!”
I cry.
“Let it be so!”

I watch it burn,
And let it grow.

I dare not give
It words to know.

For if it hath
Words to abide,
It would give reason
For fright and hide.

Words in control
Of heart, naught mind
Are in command
Of mind inside.

And what I feel,
Not what I know,
Is that this love
Cannot be so.