Will you make a point to stare into her eyes,
On days when you suspect, that her smile tells lies.
Will you remember to graze her skin,
On days you feel, she hurts within.
Could you carry the burden of telling only truths,
Instead of being brief, and consistently aloof.
Will you remember the small things, as well as the large,
And learn that the small, can be as large as the stars.
True love is never brief, it is not shallow, it can only be deep.
It is what many ignore, yet forever seek,
Burried by everything, but still under our feet.
