I Wasn't Ready to Tell You

It's an intriguing love poem.

Nelly, I fell for you, and I was waiting for the right time to tell you.

I was videoing the bride while she was putting on make-up.

You were lying back on the bed and leaning on your elbows.

And you were garbed in a white sleeveless dress.

I couldn’t help paying attention to you because of your beauty.

This was distracting me from my work, but I didn't mind it.

 

You were clutching a nosegay, and you asked me to take your picture.

The men left the room when the bride was ready to get dressed.

As I was leaving the room, you said to me, “Ba-bye, Marlon.”

I went outside and took pictures of the bridesmaids.

You were filled with excitement when you came out of the house.

And we travelled with the bride to the botanical park.

 

I was enraptured by you when you sang at the wedding reception.

You held the wireless microphone with one hand.

And you waited for the playing of the instrumental to begin.

I froze for a moment when I heard your melodious voice.

Even though nobody expected you to perform well,

You displayed self-confidence and you sang like a diva.

 

I stood there in amazement with my camcorder rolling.

The guests cheered and applauded as you began to sing.

And they stopped you and told you to start over again.

The MC instructed the DJ to replay the music.

You sang even sweeter than you did the first time.

How I wanted to dance with you when you took the floor.

 

Nelly, I was well aware of your fondness for me.

You didn't know that I loved you and I wasn't ready to tell you.

I hid my lust for you because I didn't come on to schoolgirls.

Even though my heart was aching for your love,

My conscience guided me, and I did the right thing.

I went away and we didn't see each other for three years.

 

You gave me your telephone number when I came back,

But you didn't tell me that you were in a relationship.

I was jealous when I found out that you had a boyfriend.

You still don't know that I love you, so I'm telling you now.

When I look at your photos and watch the video,

I remember the night in December you thrilled my heart.

Author's Note

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