As I hold, your chin in my hand I share deeply into your dark brown eyes and ask you if you love me anymore. I now can see directly in your soul and you will not be able to tell me a lie.
My heart is racing, like a run away train, not sure what your answer will be to my question. I am prepared to hear no from your voice and even through I have known this for some time I will still be deeply sadden by hearing this.
I ask myself why I should ask you this question if I already know the answer but still I must hear it from you while you stare into my eyes.
