Your words run wild
When you speak of your passions
Your eyes beam with delight
And to me this is pure beauty
But when I stare a little deeper
Not just into your eyes
But into your soul
Your words become hollow 
As if you don't truly believe them
Because you are never really sure
Oh but how endlessly boring it is to be so sure 
And there is something quite desirably about your uncertainty
Even if this uncertainty includes your feelings towards me