The time for talking is over.
You know me now, as much as anyone can.
You know about my first kiss, about the boy who broke my heart, even about the time my next door neighbour caught me stealing apples from his tree.
You know who I am, and where I came from
I have listened to you, and I think I know you too -- your sorrows, your joys, your triumphs and heartbreaks.
I think I know you, and I think, very possibly, I could love you.
It's time to find out.
The words have all been said, and our mouths could be better employed.
Hold me, kiss me, love me.
I do not want to talk