Her love for me is dying
Diminishing slowly
She doesn’t know what’s happening
She doesn’t know why

I don’t know either
But I do know
That my love for her is never-ending
My love for her will never die

I don’t know if she believes me
I don’t know if she cares that I love her
I know she thinks I was pushed to her
I know she thinks that’s how it started

But I also know that that’s not it
Yes it’s true, I felt a want, a need to help,
But before I knew she was asking for it,
I wanted to get to know her

I wanted to become her friend
At first I wasn’t wanted
I wasn’t trusted, nor loved
But somehow I worked my way into her heart

Then as a friend,
I helped her when she needed me
I was by her side
And she was right by mine

Now confusion has come and settled
Does she love me? Did she ever?
She does not, maybe she did before,
But still she will always be in my heart

I will always be there
For her to come back,
To come back to me
Whenever she wants, whenever she needs.