Questions Poem by Kiy Anu

How often do you gaze apon the weary thread of fate?
How often do you wonder, hope your not to late?
Is it but a dream, this world that we live?
Is it far to late, this heart to you I give?
I find myself lost, left to wonder why
These questions never answered are only but cheap lies
So I'll pose another question, this will be the last
Try to listen close, don't answer me to fast
You only need remember if you lie to me I'll know
So answer me the truth, or death to you I'll show
Here comes the question, I'll shout it out in glee
Is there anyway that you might love me?