(1998) Admission Of Love Poem by Deana Rode

I know not if I can make love to you
Although I agree to sleep with you

My ideas of love are shaded with gray
With only a few spots of red
That my heart has bleeded on

Could you accept my innocent fear
That hides deep within my blackened mind
And refuses to mature in any sense

Realize my words are of no use anymore
Ever since I looked into your eyes
And muttered the last three words I'll ever use
The only three I can ever say.