Your eyes, what have they seen?
The hint of a smile, the stirrings of a dream?
Or the creeping blush over rosy tips
Of deep valleys and shallow dips?
Your ears, what have they heard?
The sound of a gasp, the scrape of a beard?
Of thudding headboards and broken wineglass
Of murmured voices, full of such crass?
Your lips, where have they been?
Kissing dark strangers unseen
While I hid behind walls to spy
Was she truly more desirable than I?
Your hands, what have they felt?
The buttons of a blouse, the clasp of a belt?
Or perhaps they were caressing quivering flesh
While I tossed and turned like such a mess?
But your heart, that tender heart
When mine ached for you, while we were apart
I’d like to ask you, before I watch you go
How much I love you, does your love know?