I cannot tell what's in her mind
I cannot tell her what's inside of mine.
I'm playing checkers with a chess master
On a board with no boundaries
Did she ever love me?
Does she beleive I ever loved her?
What is love?  Patient, kind, not jealous, not puffed up.  I must prove it to her
I don't know how,  I'm locked up.  

Friends don't know how each other taste.

She bends down from her throne
"I have one minute for you".
But no pressure.