In seventeen years, my heart's been tied to you,
A love that blossomed, deep and true.
But now I stand, questioning in despair,
Why can't you say those words I long to hear?

With every passing day, I've held on tight,
Loving, caring, expecting, with all my might.
But the silence lingers, and doubts arise,
Did we waste these years in disguise?

What is this man you've become, my dear?
Whose heart seems closed, distant and unclear.
Were all those moments merely a charade,
Leaving my soul longing, betrayed?

I search for answers in the depths of your eyes,
Hoping to find solace, to quell the cries.
But your gaze evades,...