I’d like to try to tell you, just what you mean to me
Just what you have inspired, what truths you’ve helped set free
The dreams you’ve resurrected from deep within my soul
That once lay shard and splintered before you made them whole.

I’d like to try and show you, the gift I have been tended
by the Spanish eyes that beckoned me, enticed and then befriended.
Explain in ways to show you that which permeates my seasons,
that bridged the tears ‘tween past and present, reality and reason.

I’d hoped to find the moments that would furnish us the chance
to consolidate this course of ours upon this awkward path.
To blend our common yearnings and share our common toil
as we travelled on our odyssey upon this mortal coil.

I’d hoped to try and show you, how deep this fire does go
how every living part of me desires for you to know,
the promise that is offered only if you wish it so
to verify the dream I hold or render me more sorrow.

I tried to find the proper words, to show you how I feel,
to help me paint this picture that would show you I am real.
But all I have is scant few lines that now seem hardly worthy
and in the end, frustratingly, my words have simply failed me.