"do you love me?"
A simple, austere question.
Yet, so strong, so powerful!
A question you know the answer to
Then answer it! But you don't want to.

"Yes, no, maybe so?"
He urges, he needs to know.
Standing under the rhododendrons,
His glasses foggy, his voice heavy.
His eyes inquisitive, his gaze weary.

His heart is now in your hand
"Mwahahaha!" You think to yourself.
You can do whatever you want with it-
Break it or keep it, adore it or puncture it-
Throw it away or give it back.

You look him in the eye
Hold his hands in yours-
Say something witty that implies- "yes, I do!"
You could've broken it or given it away,
You chose to keep it instead.

Careful, love, don't break it.
If you break it, how will you keep puncturing it?