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I see those words upon your lips
They have been there all along
They echo into the words you speak
They harmonize with your song
You see the yearning upon the lobe
Of my ear that closely listens
It aches to hear those words not spoken
That upon your lips do glisten
Your promise has been made with eyes
And with words of a lesser caliber
But now I want to hear the truth
From your mouth the unsaid shall shower
Or if this truth I see so clearly
Has been a mirage, a hoax, or faux
Will I not love you all the same?
My answer is all parts of "No".