Compromise

You're the only thing that makes me sing,
Even though I can't,
So naturally I'm going to ramble,
To say why I think you're different.

To try and explain my feelings for you,
I would need more than hours,
To try and win your heart for me,
I know would take more than flowers.

To see your face here right now,
Would be such a sight to see,
All it would take is for you to allow,
Your minds' eye to travel free.

Could I say what I feel for you,
Just in black and white?
Should I pace the floor and lye in bed,
And stay up all night?

Can I be any better,
And still be who I am?
Would it make any difference,
Or bring me any calm?

Will you hear my thoughts, feel my love,
From reading only ink?
If only this could be done,
To me you would come, I think.

So I aimed to write a love story,
That none would ever part,
Then I strove to paint a picture so nice,
That all would now love art.

I tried to pen a song so sincere,
That it would place me in your heart,
Instead I sat and thought of you,
Then couldn't even start.