Yeah, I heard you say, "I love you"
And I see the expectancy on your face
Waiting for my "love you too"
Pain stalks your eyes in proportion
To my growing hesitation as I ponder
"Is this the great extortion?"
Is this love of yours conditional?
Does it depend upon my verbal response?
Is it just provisional?
What made you choose to say it now?
Today seemed much the same as all our yesterdays
Except the furrows in your brow
Regret already written on your face
This feels so like a challenge to a duel of empty words
And sadness now corrupts our space
But beaten by a falling tear
Although we both know it's the beginning of the end
I say, "I love you too, my dear"
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