Does it scare you?
Something so real
that what you feel -
so overwhelmingly present -
changes you.

Does it scare you?
That my love, in avalanches,
lives in these little chances,
where you open your heart just right,
to keep my whispers alive.

You may have been loved,
but not like this.

Does it scare you...?
Because it terrifies me.

Minutes die, as I
Cannot rid me of your eyes,
My sighs, or the whys.

if you ask me if i'm fine,
i won't lie and i'd say no,
i am not.

if you ask me if i've found someone else
i'd smile and i'd say no,
it's still you.

if you ask me if i still feel the same way,
i'd smile and i'd say yes,
it never changed.

if you ask me a question,
i'd always have an answer that
i've always had stuck in the back of my mind,
and that answer is you.

so please ask me,
because i won't.

ask me please,
ask me if i still love you.

if you would,
i'd say i do.

but even if you won't,
i'd still do.