Explications

I cannot claim I've always had the nerve
To tell you just exactly what I thought,
But now, at least, I think that you deserve
To hear. So here I tender you, unsought,
My best expression of how I feel about
You. I am, of course, in love with you,
You know that, and, I think, without much doubt.
But there is more than that within me too.
There is a kind of joy suffuses me
Each time I see you, or I hold your hand;
A sort of incandescent leaping glee
I cannot claim I fully understand,
And every time you look at me, I know
I cannot help but look at you and glow.