Would he compare your eyes to the endless stormy seas?
Could he write you poems that are anything like these?
Would he lose sleep at night, looking for the right words,
to explain that your voice, is more beautiful than the song of birds?
Would he worry that his poems, aren't enough?
Would he even bother with any of this stuff?
I can, I do, I always will
Yet I'm unsure if you love me still