ONE FOR JAN

Written by: Wm Paul

What I couldn't tell you,
Was that I thought of you,
When I went out riding,
Or a shortened walk,
When I draw my lines,
To you I want to talk.

What I couldn't tell you,
I long for you to see,
My real inner self,
What is truly me,
Of the things that I can give,
And those that we will share.

What I couldn't tell you,
Things that are to be,
The places that we'll go to,
The time that I will leave,
The walks and talks that we will have,
The stuff that we will do.

What I can not tell you,
Are the feelings that I'll have,
For now we do not know of them,
At least we two for each
But feelings now for you I have,
Of which soon I will tell.