I know you doubted, and maybe feared,
I know you shouted, and ran away,
You tore your books, and maybe teared,
Teared tears of pain, upon what you say...

You wrote poems, yet erased them all,
You grabbed a pencil, broke it in two,
You ran and prayed you wouldn’t fall,
You prayed that things become new...

I know your pain, what sufferance you dealt,
I heard your cry, you held back nothing,
I know how you feel, and what you felt,
Your despair I could hear, fear coming...

But now I wish to show, with my pencil,
That you shouldn’t doubt nor act coy,
That you shouldn’t shout nor run peril,
My words create tears, tears of joy...

But I am not false, and I promise you so,
What I say I must do, man of word,
God forbid my feet my love where it go,
Only to the one at moments heard...

I only know a few words, for you only,
I write down what I feel, love be mine,
What could be coincidence haply,
Yet never my love be mine but yours.