[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside

As if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,
And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried
Somehow to say:

You're the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so high

You're the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so high

That loving you seems all I need to know.
But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.

You won't believe it! Better I stay mute
Than offer you cliches that make you gag.

And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If only love its own locks would remove!