Yes, you may ask quite rightly

Yes, you may ask quite rightly How I know my love is true for you And if the tainted feelings of my blue Are painting you It’s hard to answer you with words So often they will go unheard You’ll be disturbed and distant from me And I’ll straggle somewhere glumly But there’s one way I could tell you If your skin is listening When I touch you Even when I whisper it When your hair parts In fields of splendor If you watched my eyes surrender The sigh I breathe when your scent passes by Should be a clue That if a heart beats in my chest The love I feel for you is true When we have held a silent gaze You hold the power to amaze me I can’t put my mind to rest When I am with you, love I’m at my best and worst It is the curse I bear And yes, again, I’m well aware That I can never be with you And just as sure, my love is true. Mark Burton Monday, January 23, 2006, 12:45 A.M.