SPECIAL TIMES.

I may not say it often,

Yet I'm filled with 

Appreciation,

Excuses can set 

False thoughts in motion,

So I wait, 

To brave expressing my 

Sentiments.

Emphatic is passion

Sometimes,

I want to shower you with

Praise, as if tomorrow

Has surely died,

Constantly I'm inclined, 

To tell of joy that won't be 

Shoved and pushed aside.

But I fall short; 

Without giving a thought

To flexing my pride,

And so I decline, 

Reserved in coming forward to say 

'I Love You,' At those special times.