It is getting harder to tell him,
It is getting harder to look him in his eyes.
Gosh those eyes,
Enough to sweep away my sole in one
Glance.

It is getting harder to tell him,
It is getting harder to kiss him.
Gosh those lips,
Enough to make me weak in my
Knees.

It is getting harder to say it,
It is getting harder to explain it all.
That this,
This Web of Hope that we have made,
Will soon be a sheer memory on our fragile
Hearts.

It is getting harder to feel his whisper in my ears,
It is getting harder to soak up my soft tears.
His soul;
What if this is what will crush his tender spirit?
What if I am the one  that breaks him
I do not want to be the ones that make those strong hands shake.

It is getting harder to smile and repeat those three meaningful words,
It is getting harder for him to understand my gypsy soul.
I do, I feel the heartbreak coming
Space slowly ripping us apart.
These winter winds bring a chilling feeling in my gut,
But will this all make me stay?