You ask me, if I love you.
It's possible, except you will never know.
Until I tell you so.

You ask me, if our love is still a float.
It's possible, except you must go with the flow.

Within my heart is an emotion that I can't even deny.
You hold a higher rating than I even thought possible.
And I recognize it more as each day comes.

So, it's possible
Possible that our love is hidden like many religious seals.
But you will never know until it is revealed.

Almost like a will.
Somethings you never know until it is told.