I have not been generous with my words.
This I confess. And I have not declared
my love enough. Nor praised. Even the birds
exalt the sun. But my lips have not dared.
I have not been generous with my words.
This tight-lipped habit has been my discipline.
Sugar, it seems, might corrupt the pallet.
But here I make amends. If silence is a sin,
loving you all, I labor here to tell it.
I have not been generous with my words.