it pulls me so hard,
but cannot move my feet.
only can it bring you closer,
and dearer,
to my heart.
to myself.
if I felt it did me justice,
I might say that I love you.
but somehow,
love isn't what i feel.
love seems too generic,
too worn down,
and so I'll have to wait.
I'll tell you with my hands,
my eyes,
my lips.
my voice will not suit this feeling,
no words can compare,
to this