I know,
I know that you love me
a little less than before.
And for that
I can't blame you.
I tried to be perfect
but may be
I didn't try hard enought.
Sometimes you're so far away,
so distant,
that I can't reach you
even though
I try with my heart
my mind and my soul.
I don't know
if I am losing your love
lilltle by little.
Perhaps,
you never gave me all of you
and I miss the parts
that I didn't see,
and the ones you'll
never show to me.
Therefore I weep.
And I cry before sleep.
Wondering if someday
You'll love me the way
I love you.
