She is my unopened
present
my box of regrets,
the locked door;
the letter without
a stamp.
I\'m a
flower without
soil
A fish on the
beach.
I\'m a lame dog,
and the gray in
a beard.
I\'m an
albatross on a
gray sky,
a ship lost
at sea.
I\'m the unanswered
words...
Marry
me.