More than we know...

'I love you not,' said I,

As I do, I see you not cry,

A hundred times I've thought this moment over,

I've dreaded lying to you even then, my sweet lover,

I look in your eyes, on your lips a wry smile,

I know in my eyes you see my broken heart lying in a pile,

Why is it that more than I've shown you, you've seen,

More than I've said, you choose to listen!

You say, 'It's alright, I'll be fine,'

But I know, you wish you were in these arms of mine,

In your eyes I see the same old hidden pain,

As we stand at the same cross-roads once again,

Our brittle hearts that love to be broken,

To be together that they're always hoping,

I too see more than you've shown,

Our sly hearts sharing more than we've known...