Me the Key

By Roger W Hancock

When just friends we were,
talking was easier then.
Now that I'm sweet on you,
the stuttering keeps me quiet.

Your presence sweet,
enjoyed so just as friends.
Conversing about your dreams,
so relaxing was your voice,

Now my heart it pounds within,
my chest I think might burst.
Just to hear your voice again,
brings no comfort to that thirst.

They say no gain without the pain,
but when will love release?
It feels so great to love you so,
but the pain I cannot bear.

Maybe it be me the key,
that the secret be with me.
Courage must be to tell you, so...
you'll know, I'm in love with you.