Where do you put love you can never express? 
There is an old truck in the back forty maybe there. 
But even there I am afraid it shows and you will know 
Feelings sometimes ooze out the in the guarded words I use 
Tenderness finds it's way down a meandering stream 
Elation climbs the mountains and soars above 
Did I let it show dear lady what I tried to hide 
I so desperately tried to seal inside from you 
So rare is friendship rarer still 
When bound to a heart 
So pure 

© Paul Viel 1999