An unasked question is impossible to answer,

And an unasked question is what I fear.

I wish to do what my heart does say,

But I’m afraid of what she will say.

I can’t begin to explain myself,

For I don’t really understand myself.

A question lies deep in my heart,

Waiting for my mind to start,

To realize what it has known,

What has already sown,

Deep within its depths.

I cannot do what I wish to,

This thing I want to do.

I am afraid of the response,

Afraid it will pierce like a lance.

There is nothing that I want more,

Than to bring these fears to the floor.

I wish I could just speak my piece,

And let my heart live in peace.

Now I am realizing what I’ve known,

What has already been sown,

Deep with my depths.

I feel so strongly about this emotion,

I want to put an end to this commotion.

I want to just release my worries,

Even if only in small flurries.

Like flurries of light snow,

On her heart to sow,

The truth of my feelings about her,

So she might give a wanted answer.

Now I’m realizing what I’ve known,

What has been sown,

Deep within my depths.

Now I just wish I could act,

On what I’ve know,

On what has been sown,

Deep within my depths.

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