The Question

She had this burning question
and she knew that
it was time to ask him

Although he was good to her
Although he was always there
Although she got to know him

She still needed to know something
Something only he could answer
A Question that plagued her mind

So she waited until they met
Sitting side by side on a bench
but looking each other in the eyes

Then the words came out of her mouth:
'Why haven't you told me
that you love me?'

To which he signed,
Held her hand
and looked down

Then he gave a reply:
My Father said he loves me
But then he left me

I haven't said I love you
Because for me
I Love you is as good as saying

I'll Leave you