Does He Know?

Does He Know?

Does he know?
I ask myself while tossing and turning in bed.
Does he know I breathe for him?
Does he know I live for him?
He must know, he must.

I think he does,
But what if, what if he doesn't?
What then? What shall I do then?
For him to never know, even the thought is unbearable.
He must know!

I have to tell him, he has to know.
So I got up, and turned on the light,
I got some paper and a pen,
I had to tell him,
But how to start?

I could start with an I love you,
But no, that just wouldn't do it,
Even though that's how I feel,
I could start with I need you, but that's too needy

So I'll start with this,
Does he know?
I ask myself while tossing and turning in bed,
Does he know I breathe for him?
Does he know I live for him?...
He does know, He does.