For what can say to you? A question trembles on my lips But never falls to thy ground In your presence When thou drawest near My mind shuts down My hands tremble I think not and breath not I only love How strange it be that words Stand on thy brink of that divide How can it be that one word Holds thy power of my life or death One word from exhilaration to defeat It trembles on my lips It slows in my mind It thickens thy air with and unseen tension I open my mouth It hangs there Like a water drop on a plant Then slow as honey, It falls out "Yes"