You do not see my eyes.
Never can you tell I’m sincere.
Eyes are the windows of the soul,
and you can never tell.

You do not see my smile,
lovely with the mention of you.
Smiles reveal heart secrets.
This you can never taste.

You ask me, is it love?
Never can you savor my lips,
or touch my chest for my heartbeat.
Words, all you’ll ever have.

Is it love? Is it love?
Now I achingly ask myself.
At the right time, at the right place,
I will find the answer.