Those audacious, charismatic eyes that stare deep within my soul,
Rich in that creamy, russet gold,
Never showing, never telling,
Hid away behind the mask of insecurity;
Shunning me from your loving heart.


Oh, how I long to free you from your deep, dark mask;
Yet I wonder if you even love me.
Do you often think of how much my cute smile brightens your day, as I often do yours?
Do you love when I'm being me, when I'm laughing and my hair falls in my face?
Or is it when I whisper low and no one is even there, though you lean in close that you think of me?


Or am I a passing thought?
Please tell me, let me know what you’ve deeply hidden,
Those dark eyes tell me nothing
My heart is slowly breaking as its waiting
Do I mean nothing?