Timing

I cannot tease you properly unless
I let myself entirely confess
The depth of love I have for you. It's true
I could be meaner than I've been, but so?
My love is deeper than a simple screw,
And if that's all we have it will not show.
I joy in what we have, of course, and bless
The sense of hunger and of emptiness
That fills me when you're gone. All this you know.
But sometimes I don't think you really do
Realize how much I've let it grow,
Unless I choose a rougher way to woo,
Which does I will admit meet with success
But only when my feelings are express.