Don't you know?
Can't you tell
how I feel about you?
No, I guess not,
not really.
But don't you even have an inkling?
I've tried to tell you in so many ways
Without sounding gushy,
Or risk having you misunderstand
how I feel about you.
At first, you were just another face,
a gorgeous alto voice,
with a warn and slightly southern drawl,
and your humor (though I loved it)
seemed almost sacrilegious
until I came to know how truly genuine
you really are.
But when we had to work together,
To make music together,
To talk face to face,
And you were the "boss"--
I was scared and fascinated at the same time,
but much impressed with your good taste.
Did you know then, that was
how I felt about you?
I wish so much that you were my best friend
(but you already have a fantastic best friend).
There are many days I'd like to talk to you,
just to chat, to get to know you,
but very rarely get a chance
and when I have a chance, I'm too shy
to relax and be friendly.
In spite of our difference in personality,
I'm drawn to you,
Whether or not
The feeling is mutual.
I respect and admire you,
I stand in awe of you,
Though I know you are only human, like me.
And that's
how I feel about you.
Today you were magnificent,
and the music
was beauty beyond words.
I see a spark of God's love in you,
more as time passes,
from your drive for excellence
to your womanly thoughtfulness of others.
Maybe
We aren't so different
After all.
How can I tell you
how I feel about you?
--4/19/87
