How Can I Be What I Was'Nt Taught To Be, Blueyed Dove?

I love you more then words will ever express, but I must never tell you, because you desire me to be something that I know not how to be. Each thought of you race throughout my whole being and I am helded captive by them. So when I behold your marvellousness I become as a man who has beendeaf and dumb from the day of his conception. Yet, I quake within , because I desire so desperately to tell you how my day of joyous mysterious was, but I know you that you will only merely tellme I must be this or I am out of line with that. Thus, do I keep my yearnings and experiences to myself never ever letting you know me. What a tragedy to be silent when you can speak?