You stare deeply
into my soul from across
the crowded, faceless cafeteria.
Do you love me?

If my emotions are black and grim
you ask me "are you happy"

You drive slowly past
and lean eagerly forward,
looking all a while at me.

You smile playfully
over your you
slowly walking shoulder.

You get me on my own
Walls down.
Emotions open.
You tell me how funny i am

Do you love me?

My soul is bare to you.
Yours to read.
Yours to have.

But do you love me?