Believe

I can't prevent this sun from shining. I no longer squint when you're around for obvious reason. I want to see your face. Something I never want to miss. Trust that it's love only. Yet I can see change in your eyes. Maybe I'm holding the picture too close to my face. Shower the flowers among your gracefulness. Indeed I do believe that you love me all the same. However, for some odd reason. I'm beginning to doubt....