I want to write a blog for you,
even though you'll never see it.
I want to say sweet things to you,
even though you won't believe it.
I want to be with you today,
even though it's me you fear.
I want your arms around me now,
though to you I'm not as dear.
But maybe if I stay with you
and tell you one more time,
you'll figure out I love you so
you're in my heart, my mind,
my soul; and I can't quite you, love,
don't think I'll ever do.
So be with me and smile a bit,
and make this true love true.