Do You Love Me

A question asked in a long silence. He asks his heart for the truth: is what we have a feeling or just a passing moment? He sees her in front of him but feels a distance. Sometimes she comes near, sometimes far, and he is tired of guessing. He wants a clear feeling, not a game of signals. He is not asking for promises or big words, only an honest feeling that stays. He gives from the heart without calculating, but sometimes feels alone in it. Real love, he says, should be easy to see, because the heart gets tired from long confusion. He ends by asking whether she loves him or whether he is just a habit in her life.