I’m sure you’re good at what you do
Not debating that, for true
But it’s the all the rest that worries me
The things you do without a fee
The daily mustering of private thoughts
To answer here or there or not
It makes me wonder if your heart
Even ever had a start
To feel the things I do
Feelings of love I have for you.
Was it ever in your craft
Or was it never in your past?
I can’t change the way I feel
It’s time now for both to heal.