Selective Mute

Oh silent one 
Speak to me 
Tell me of your love 

You say of course I do 
When questioned 
But never show a sign 

It’s not that I believe 
You aren’t capable – 
I see you bestow it elsewhere 

So if you love me 
As you claim to do 
Then shouldn’t I receive it too? 

Which tells me, oh silent one, 
The reason you don’t share – 
It’s because it isn’t really there