Do you see? The silent smiles,
the barely there blushes,
the sneak peeks,
the whispering words of love, do you hear any?
When you strum your guitar,
and sing her favourite song,
"Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry.
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die"
The way she'd gush, as if it were for her.
The way she searches for your cues,
with her prying eyes, now on the loose.
Only for you,
her ears, for your music.
her hands for your touch.
Her soul, for yours.
Do you see?