Thrilling to the verbal landscape br of your Love, br br I take tiny sips br of commas that dropp like raindrops br from your lips br br while I disappear in-between and br behind your words, br br trying to assess their genuineness. br br And as I continue my leisurely stroll br along the meandering paths of your br verbal landscape, br br I briefly stop at your question mark br to pause and ponder br br at your Declaration of Love, br trying to measure the weight of it. br br I meet your question with silence br quickly duck behind it, br but just as quickly change my mind. br br I no longer want to hide.