I know not if I can make love to you <br />Although I agree to sleep with you <br /> <br />My ideas of love are shaded with gray <br />With only a few spots of red <br />That my heart has bleeded on <br /> <br />Could you accept my innocent fear <br />That hides deep within my blackened mind <br />And refuses to mature in any sense <br /> <br />Realize my words are of no use anymore <br />Ever since I looked into your eyes <br />And muttered the last three words I'll ever use <br />The only three I can ever say.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1998-admission-of-love/
