Whispers

Do you know how much I love you,
do you know how much I care.
If I were gone tomorrow,
would you know I wasn't there?

If I gave away my dreams,
threw myself before your feet.
Would you notice my devotion,
would you hear my sad heart beat?

Having one love, and another,
is a wretched place to be.
Knowing that you can't have both,
that neither love is free.

Too easy to pretend
when you're not here to see.
To ignore that inner voice,
whispering to me . . .
15/1/2011