To Say 'I Love You' Isn't Warranted

no words for the rising butterflies
beating up my stomach to pulp
no words to describe the lump
stuck in my throat I must gulp
no words for excitement like you impose
with your seductive touch
no words I can find seem right
or justified this soon enough
I'm trying to define the feelings
of you and I in this new beginning
yet the only instinct winning
I can't give you which makes this tough
to say I love you isn't warranted
but not for wanting to for ease
because what resolve is there for these actions
which, words for ideas just tease