The Stare

There is a look that he reserves just for me,
One that strips me naked emotionally.
And makes me realize that I should not pretend,
Because he can see right through it; as if through a camera lense.

But I'm still wondering every day,
Could he possibly feel the same way?
And is there a look in my eyes he can see,
That tells him how much he means to me?

Copyright Bethan Richards 1.7.2010