Impart

For me to say;
it is but yet the time...
that perhaps someday, one day,
together we could entwine.

To say of my fondness,
I like how crazy this feeling,
if I can just feel your loveliness -
my day would surely be amazing.

For me to speak;
I am muted to as my heart is,
to confessing, my knees will grow weak,
thinking solely of giving a butterfly kiss.

To speak my heart aloud,
I shall, facing upon one another,
the adrenaline higher than any cloud,
sealing with pashing under a three-leaf clover.