One For Jan

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.