At times I wish you'd just tell me the truth

Of what goes on inside that head of yours

When our eyes meet, instead I play the sleuth

And guess at thoughts and hope that I endure

Beyond the instants I am in your gaze,

So linger you enthroned in my eye,

Yet still I know not whether I can say

If I sit crowned in your daytime sigh

But then I think with head instead of heart

How if you said I had no place therein

T'would crush my hopes, my smiles, and my art

And leave me pining for what might have been

So while one day I'd like to hold your hand

I'm scared to change at present how we stand