I feel so good telling you this way
and no way can compare
then the only way we know.
I'd scream it louder than a tornado siren
or louder than a team of picketers crying.
My heart beats loud and at times louder than my voice,
but I have no other choice but be silent
and write to the one who makes me shine.
You are my morning gleam, my shining star,
my deep heavy breath and weightless sigh.
You mold me, sculpture me and define me...
I beg for only your hands to hold me.