Tell me

I am always left here feeling so blue
at the thought of dealing with you again,
Tell me again, my dear, why I love you.

Your hair cascades over, curls all askew,
covering your face--expression uncertain.
I am always left here feeling so blue

before the door swings shut, one more adieu,
still on stage when they draw the curtain.
Tell me again, my dear, why I love you.

Your smile is the sun, lighting the day anew,
and that echoing laugh--such a comedienne,
I am always left here feeling so blue

because I know, inside, our moments are few
so I make my peace, I know how to say when.
Tell me again, my dear, why I love you.

Your touch brings me back, flesh and sinew,
hoping to find, maybe, that it's genuine.
I am always left here feeling so blue
Tell me again, my dear, why I love you.