False Reality

What do you see, when you see me?

Do you see this pretty face, or is my skin transparent?

Do you see someone to kiss, or do you see my soul?

Do you see someone to warm you, or someone to love you?

What do you see?

When you think of me, what do you think of?

Do you think of my smile, or the emotion behind it?

Do you think of my movements, or do you think of my words?

Do you think of how much you want me, or why you want me?

What do you think of?

When you touch me, what do you feel in your fingers?

Do you feel attraction, or do you feel affection?

Do you feel electric current, or do you feel drawn to me?

Do you feel your body ache for me, or is it your soul?

What do you feel?

What do you feel for me, deep within your heart?

Do you feel a want of me, or an empty space that is mine?

Do you feel a need for my flesh, or a need for my soul?

Do you feel a lust for me, or do you feel love?

Do you love me?

Is it love, or is it lust?

I need to know, or I feel unrest that wakes me in the night, an uncertainty that aches.

Won't you help me?

You tell me I please you, you love me you say, but my ears have not heard the words without a reason why.

You do not say it first, unless we lie together.

I cannot feel certain on the words of others.

Tell me you love me, and look into my eyes.

Show me you mean it, without needing the heat.

I need to know, my love.

Be more than just my lover.

Be the one who loves me as much as I love you.

Prove to me that your heart is bound to mine.

Dash my doubts. Heal my fears. Help me, please?

I dreamt of love, since I was a child.

A love that would do justice to my dreams of true love, pure love.

I need that love. I think you can give it to me.

You say you give it to me. But can I be sure?

Words have no meaning unless you give them one.

Give them meaning, my love.

Give meaning to the words 'I love you.'

Prove to me, show me, make me know you mean it.

Words are symbols and sounds, and the words 'I love you' cannot fully describe the feeling I have in my heart for you.

So you must show me.

Show me with your eyes, with your touch.

Do you love me? I can't be sure.

All I can do is continue to wait.

To wait to finally be sure of your love.

So I shall give you faith. I will trust that you mean it.

But I cannot be sure until you show me.

Is your love true? Is it made of the same stuff as mine?

I think it is. She thinks it is. I hope so.

Is your love unconditional?

Would you get rid of me if I was in your way?

Am I the one you truly love?

Or is it a false reality?