How Do I tell them?
How do I tell them now—what could I say?
Of all those moments that quietly slipped away…
This habit of overthinking, this restless ache,
Without confessing—what should I say?
Her honeyed words, so gentle and sweet,
The meetings that made my tired heart complete,
Smiling at night for no reason at all,
And in silent dreams, seeing their shadow call…
All of this—unspoken, hidden from her view,
How could I tell them, without screaming?
Am in love...am in love..am in love.