Feelings bottled, emotions swallowed, expression lost, depression followed.
Exhaustion coming, rewards diminishing, my love is deepened, but I know I'm gambling.
I feel your love, has weakened some, I feel your words are empty.
And my one Christmas wish is an answer to this; Do you love me, truly, deeply?
The answer will hurt me, either way, but I need to know the truth.
I would much rather know your feelings than suffer the pain and agony.
Not much love in the air, if it is, I don't feel it; Is it there?