But I can't tell you
It's like that pear-blossom tree
It will never bear apples
I miss you
But I can't tell you
It's like that rainbow hanging high in the sky
No one can touch
I miss you
But I can't tell you < To tell you
is like the Himalayas
where there will never be thousands of lights
I miss you
But I really can't tell you
I'm afraid. To say
is also a kind of torture for you
-Emily Dickinson