held in revelation

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(it's outside the realm of human possibility, even as you have shown me that a great many incredible things are possible)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(you would be found incapable, even as anyone and everyone knows you can do absolutely anything, my dear)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(you shouldn't, because it's a bit of a faff for all the result it would get you; poor pain)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(you mustn't, must it be forbidden, because it is crushingly lonesome)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(it can only be shown, and though believing is seeing...it can only be shown, and even then only by glance degrees)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(you never would believe it, would you? this great sad creature, me)

You can't imagine how much I wanted to hold you.

(you won't, of course you won't, because these sorts of things terrify you)

Please, imagine how much I want to hold you. For when I cannot hold you, I also cannot hold the weight of this untried want.

In my mind, it is real. In my dreams, we are present. In reality, you are gone, gone, gone.

I must warn you of the boulder and its bearing; I must confide of shoulders heavier when primed to freely lift.

I must tell you of what you've done and how I've fallen. I must imagine, in my soul, and only wish.