I Must See What I Feel First

On the tip of my tongue, Sits the words, 'I Love You'. But... Somehow, In the depths of my heart... I seek to define, An appropriate meaning... To send to my head. There are embers I wish to burn. To keep a warmth inside me fed. I've been here one too many times before. And my mouth... Like an unlocked door, Welcomed in a stranger... Maybe one or two. But no more than three... I thought I knew but didn't. And my peace of mind, I no longer wish to be kept hidden. So much do I enjoy my blessed space. And hopefully you will come to know it. But I must see what I feel first, To be a part of who you are. That thirst... With a constant appearance on your face.