I am not sure of my love sometimes
And have painful moments
When I think she is happy without me
And in someone else's arms
This comes from my natural sense of insecurity
And because we live so far apart
What can one do when one is not there?
Just hope and pray that someone won't notice
How beautiful she is or asks her for a dance or a date
Or that someone already imagines her to be already
Committed to another, in a far off distant land maybe.
Are they blind? How foolish they are to not to see
How she radiates joy and love
Like a butterfly alighting on a flower
Filled with the confidence I give her, she says,
And needs no other love but mine?
Hopefully.
