Could you ever know?

Could you ever know how I truly feel.
How a whisp of your hair can make me yealed all that I am and all that I do to my dearest, loving, humble you.
Could I ever tell you the sweetness you bring when a look of despair briefly crosses your eye rings.
Could I describe your innocent heart, as it reaches to me with its golden arrow, I sigh.
Could I be true to the detail you fling out with old unwanted things when you beautifully sing.
Could I dare to say how much I pray that your heart will always stay as the lord passes by with his lamb in full bray.