A game
A game, it's all a game
To you,
You whose eyes are an endless maze,
Whose smile is a hidden troop movement
On the sandy beach that I attempt to invade
With every hesitant uttered word.
You turn your head like a machine gun turret
Ready to strafe from side to side;
Each intake of breath is a prelude to
A fiery exhale, a roaring flame
That conflagrates my confidence.
So how am I supposed to respond,
pray tell,
When you say that you love me?