I Don't Know How Poem by Zyw Zywa

I don't have a speech, not even this one
nor farewells that embrace you
warm you one last time

I know the books you read
the kind of films you watched
your worries and the things you ate

yet I don't know you well enough
to really be able to say who you are
therefore my speech is this one:
your own diary to readout

.."We looked around and soon we found
...a shady spot, where
...we quite passionately
...enjoyed each other

...sheltered but in public
...what certainly is inexcusable
...so I felt embarrassed
...while I cried of happiness

...it was too wonderful to tell
...I found it hard to explain
...and didn't know how to broach it well
...couldn't overcome my shame

...but tomorrow night, if I'm at ease and ready
...I do want to discuss my tears seriously
...before his mouth touches mine

...because I think, above all, they are a sign
...that we shouldn't do the nice thing
...no more and better restrict our delight to kissing"