How adamant you are
that
you don't love me!
How long will you say that?
There's longing in your eyes
My talents surprise
You hold your breath
Coming close to me is death
You wait by the door for hours -
pretending to count some absent stars
And everything that's pink
makes you smile and of me think
You helped me with the weeds
so i'd appreciate your good deeds
You walk a very long way -
a glimpse of me will make your day
You're floundering, lost for words -
all i said was 'lovely birds!'
You bike precariously downhill
making sure I can see you still...
And yet you say you don't love me
That I sing a mistaken strain?
If that's not love
then tell me -
what is love again?
