I ask for words,
Three little words that means so much.
If you could just say them out loud,
Just once,
I could cling to them,
Catch them as they curled out of your mouth like smoke from the cigarettes you are addicted tom
As I am addicted to you.
But I shall not ask you to speak them,
For fear of pushing our world too far.
Instead I will whisper to you in your sleep,
And tell you through songs that remind me of you.
I will stroke your hair and sigh in quiet moments,
Place a hand on your tattooed heart and feel it beat,
Telling me what you cannot.
I will catch your eye, green eyes looking into emerald mirrors
And you will know what I feel,
No, we will know what we feel,
And our silence will say I love you.