Dear Yuri,
If I could sing I’d sing you a song,
With all the words I should have said,
And I’d write it on the back of envelopes,
Of all your letters I still haven’t read,
If I could sing I’d sing you a story,
Of how my eyes went to you in a crowd,
And I’d end it with an apology,
I was to scared to say out loud,
But I know that I’m not good at singing,
Because it was the one thing on which we agreed,
So now all the words that you wanted to hear, are written down in a poem you won’t ever read.