How could you not know I br loved you? For it was always br in my eyes, in every touch and br in every polite embrace we've ever had. br br It was in all the hello's and br all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken. br br Could you not hear the pounding br of my heart and see the soaring br of my spirit? br br How could you not br know I love you? I have asked br that question a thousand times. br br If you are ever to love me, it must br be now. It is nearly the end br of my time, when the shadow of br the trees grow long and thin... br and then appear, no more.