I have this feeling deep inside,
not quite like or appreciate.
I open my mouth to call it love,
but then I pause, I hesitate.
I test the words: "I love you!"
They echo, cold, empty.
I taste, chew them, waiting,
and only feel more heavy.
You are not love, though you think you are,
and I don't know what to say.
I hope, someday, we'll come very far,
and you'll begin to see it my way.