I should write
to tell you of true love
But how can I tell of true love
when I
have never experienced love
when I
have never held a man
have never kissed a man
when I
have told a man
how I felt
just to be scoffed at
at disillusioned
by him

I could write
to tell you of crushes
of infatuations
and of course, of heartbreak
yes, so much heartbreak

I could tell of heartbreak
and I could cry
and you could cry
But that would not do
for my heartbreaks
are best forgotten
at the moment
so I may worry about a new
heartache
And worry about this man
whom I might never kiss
whom I might never hold
whom I might tell my feelings to
maybe to be scoffed at
maybe to be disillusioned
just like in my past

Yes, I will write of him
whom I see every moment in my mind
whom I touch for a millionth of a second
in my mind
and who I kiss in my dreams
but who I am to afraid to hold
knowing he will back away

But he, whom I tell my deepest thoughts to
For days he is my mind and in my heart
He, who is my minds only thought
in my heart
he is my new hope