If you ask me why I love you, you will never be able to fathom how much it hurts
If you ask me how much I love you, I would probably find figures and units less
If you ask me whether I love you, I'm totally at a loss of words
If you ask me how long I'll love you, I would find it impossible to guess
But, then again,
Though its up to you whether or not you want to love me back ...
Don't ever raise a question about my love, or give it a second thought
Because, when you ask me about my love for you, I would be scared to even ask you back
For I'm not sure how much I matter to you, or rather, whether I even matter or not ...
If you ask me how much I love you, I would probably find figures and units less
If you ask me whether I love you, I'm totally at a loss of words
If you ask me how long I'll love you, I would find it impossible to guess
But, then again,
Though its up to you whether or not you want to love me back ...
Don't ever raise a question about my love, or give it a second thought
Because, when you ask me about my love for you, I would be scared to even ask you back
For I'm not sure how much I matter to you, or rather, whether I even matter or not ...
No comments:
Post a Comment