May I be honest with you?
No. since I love, honesty will never do.
May I say exactly what I think?
No. I will miss the ‘exact.’ I blink.
May I say what brought me here?
No. Not even the present is clear.
May I read you a story I wrote?
No. I worry what it might denote.
May I sing you a song I composed?
No. My musical ignorance will be exposed.
Can I tell you I love you, that everything will be okay?
No. I’m sad. And you said that yesterday.
Shall I kiss you? I can’t think of anything more.
Too late! Why didn’t you ask that before?
Then what shall I do?
Never love me as I love you.
I cannot understand how you love.
Yes, you can. Because you love.