If roses were eternal,

and winter never truly came,

would you then be able to truly say you love me?

I held your hand through the darkest nights,

not a single time my hand did stray.

I celebrated your joys and accepted your tears as my own,

still you never truly loved me.

So I ask you this:

if night never ended,

the sky crystal blue,

then would you be able to say that "I love you?"