To say those words "I love you,"
It makes me kind of scared,
Its kind of like a commitment,
Even when you are not there.
If I said these words to you,
And if you didn't care,
I would have lost a part of me,
A part that's very rare.
And so I keep them hidden,
Deep within myself,
In the farthest corner,
Upon the highest shelf.
To say I do not care,
Would not be truth at all,
But to say "I love you"
Is quite a different call.
I cannot say these words,
Not yet at least for you,
But I hope that maybe someday,
I can say for you too.
These words are oh so special,
Not used for everyone,
They mean so much more,
Then any other ones.
And so I wait to say them,
Until I am quite sure they're returned,
So I do not lose a part of me,
A part misunderstood.