Poem 42 (The Stuart Collection)

I wish I could tell you the things in my heart
The words my lips can never say
When I type those words on the screen
I’m careful not to give myself away
The things I write, they seem passé
These things are in no way sincere
For though I have you back in my life
I do not have you safely near
You are not the boy this heart remembers
You are not the child that I once knew
But nevertheless, something inside me
Will never cease this love for you