For things I want, but know not how to speak of

I yearn for things I know not how to verbalize.

Know not how to put in words. Know not how to untangle from the knot of my heart, of my desires.

Know not, dare not. Perhaps should not. Because, you know, it might jinx it.

Perhaps only if I'm able to define "it", in the first place.

But knowing not doesn't make me yearn any less.