I sang a serenade to you –
you couldn’t hear the words.
I only saw you once today
and waited till you turned away
to sing for you these words…
How can you know if I don’t speak?
I never will deny
I think you’re beautiful, you know,
I wish that I could tell you so
but I’m afraid to try.
by Jane (Lawther) Clark
(c) 1976. I was 16 when I wrote this.
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