If I was to deny that I loved you

Would they believe me?

Would you believe me?

It seems as though one who lies not in matters of the heart

Is one who is less trusted than any of those who are untrue

Is it true that if i said I loved another

They wouldn't question it a second time?

Or would they pester me, then, even more than they do now?

The latter seems rather fitting

It doesn't matter any longer

For you see the endless hours that we spend together

Not by choice, of course

Are starting to wear away my hard edges

And my heart eventually softens

And my facade eventually falls

It falls and I fall,

Both, to your feet

And we wait

And we pray

That we will be in bliss