Can he hear my bird-like heart
Smashing itself
Against the bars of this cage,
Called fear,
And crying out in tones I think sweet,
"Like me?"

Do you think he can see
The way my eyes
Flicker and follow
And track his movement,
Murmuring quietly,
"Notice me?"

Can he tell
That I didn't hear a word
Of the song we danced to
Because I was too busy
Smiling
Over every little gesture he made?

Do you think he hears
The very pattern of my voice
Striving to say
In all too few words
And hide in an every-day conversation,
"Adore me?"