I can't say the words, for they stick in my throat,
becoming something harsh and bitter once they're said.
As soon as you'll hear them, as soon as you'll know,
they will only dry up and shrivel and fade.

So I say it in my thoughts, with my touches and glances,
gentle brushes you'll take without asking why.
And I wish I could tell you even if you know already,
when you see it there, inside my eyes.

If I had any more I'd give you it all,
but for now, this is all you are going to get.
Let me take your warmth, your comfort, your love,
'cause I'm not letting go of you yet.