Love, when it surfaces, cannot be spoken. It's sweet to watch her, but you cannot speak to her. When words rise to say what you feel, you find no words.
It seems you are...someone you seem to have forgotten...
Oh, but if she could divine it, if she could hear the glance and if a glance were enough for her to know that you love her!
But whoever grieves stays silent; Whoever wants to speak the weight of feeling Is hollow, or whoever opens his mouth Stands utterly alone.
But if I could tell you what I dare not tell you, I would have no need to tell you anymore, because I am telling you...
Marvelous 👏👏