Oh how powerless I truly am,
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.
What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?
She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.