Obsessive loves of Summer have passed And left me in memory of lives That never could be but a few. I never said What I felt the moment you told me that "Love could come to you" I feared you saw the death's head Topping my shoulders, Like seems to me with all I meet, My heart always on my sleeve. I never said, although I know it's a thing oft said, And even sometimes to me, But seldom is it said So that I feel: It could be she That is the one, Who could fall in love with me I never said ,the thought Most on my mind:."Let it be she, let it be thee."
To hold it close Is safe, so without embarrassment. I can fade.