nothing

he's not going to tell you
what you want to hear

that your eyes
are a chocolate river
that flows sweetness
to his heart

that your hair
is a growing madness
that his fingers
can't help but touch

that your face
defied any darkness
in its sunny disposition

that your song
is the only harmony
that calms his indecision

no, he's not going to tell you
what you want to hear

but when you fear
he'll be there

not saying anything
but calmly waiting
by

(sigh)