You don't have to ask me, if I love you?
My eyes tell the story.
You don't have to ask me, do I need you?
Because my eyes tell the story.

Just that gleam, I see when I look your way.
Tell me things, you don't have to say.
While words do extent that meaning?
Your eyes does the same delivery.

When I'm upset over petty stuff.
My eyes tell the story to which you investigate.
Which might be a blessing or a simple mistake.

Either way, I welcoming your investigation.
It's the only way to solve the situation.