Naive(Fear Of The Unknown) Poem by Thomas Henk

Trying to remember
The last thing you said;
But for everytime I tried,
I have always failed.

I wish I could fill
Every silence with your voice.
As a punctuation or better still
As a song of my choice.

I wish I could spend
Sometime in your heart;
Maybe I would comprehend
How much love we share apart.

And though you try to hide
How much you love me.
The fragments that reside
In your smile are there to see.

Wait, did I just say you care?
How am I even sure;
That when I'm not there
Our emotions both concur? ?

So if I ask 'do you love me? '
Would you happily give a response?
Would the answer sting like a bee! ?
Or would change the topic at once? 1

I guess someday I'll find out
And shunt the fear of the unknown.
So for now I'll let my mind shout
Till what's hidden be shown