I Only Wrote This, Not Spoke It.

How do I say it just perfectly? I ponder about the three words that I could easily speak. If I write them down, they do not contain the power I envision in my mind. "I can't see your face in my mind," Jim Morrison so hauntingly sings... I feel as though I am at the point of sorrow. I shudder at ever soft whim of his breath that slides the words so perfectly from ear to ear. "Baby please don't cry," he continues to sing. Crying is difficult, perhaps the lucid memories will seep in at the correct time and I will recover.