Coward to speak...

I lit a candle and I began to write
the very few times, I spoke not from mind, but I spoke from what my heart would speak.
When letters became words, words became sentences, and my soul awoke only to find that it was awaken by a bright light.
It slept and was lost in dreams far beyond than the shadowing mind could reach.
My letters, words, and sentences were put on paper,
because my timorous lips were coward to speak.
The things I could never say face to face because I walk away from any moment and I wished to escape.
I held my tounge and feared feeling any feeling of regret. Only to find the finite memory I would never detract.
Your eyes became the vista of all my thoughts put in sight.
The unforgettable three hours, 13 minutes, and the seconds that came and went far too soon.
There's so much to say but how could I say it in a way you would not walk away.
Rehearsed speeches and my legs and thoughts pacing figuring out what I should do. I tried to scrape the wretched ideas that came to mind, but inside I refused to lie to the only person that might yearn to try.
"Actions speak louder than words," but my actions could never be noticed beyond what your eyes would imagine to see.
I spoke in whispers underwater than could not have been heard. I felt the butterflies flying in my belly reaching for clouds, and carrying me off my feet.
I've lived my life swallowed in doubt and buried it in a world of lost lies.
The moments come and go but are only ignored by "it's all about timing."
I wonder in my thoughts,
and I struggle to find that motivation and ambition but my guts get
tangled, twined, and twisted in secured knots.
Determined but discourged, I keep finding that wave of persisting to tell you
my thoughts, feelings, and confessions but I'm too scared to share.
My concerns are not rejections.
My concerns are you not bearing to look at me, with only your opinions and thoughts
unconventionally.
If I ever had that courage to tell you the truth what I have been meaning to say,
and my lips, mind, and heart were bold enough to speak,
I would tell you what I think...
I find myself smiling unintentionally when I think of any memory with you,
there's a warm feeling pitted deep inside the core of my stomach.
Your tenderness and beautifulness impelled every five senses I could hold.
A mentioning of your name gives me an urge of happiness,
the nonstop smiling and warmness tingles in my body.
It's the simple words I fear in case of complication
I care for you,
I adore you,
I like you,
I want you,
but the word that has been crossing my mind more often than the lies that have tried to convince me that may be an opposition...
I love you.
The nights and days grow stronger and last longer,
consequently, the times I spend with you, it's goes faster than I would want to happen.
There's so much to say but how could I say it in a way you would not walk away...