You said we were lovers,
The best of the best,
But how can I trust you?
Let me put you to the test,
Would you sit outside my door waiting for me to come home?
Would you write me letters about your life in Rome?
If I were hurt would you lay with me in bed,
And while you sat there, cradled my head?
This isn’t a joke,
just please answer the questions and do not cloak
I guess I can trust you,
For now I hope,
We ARE real lovers and this is our tightrope