Just Words

I read over and over,
The words which you said
And when I've finished reading,
They run through my head.
How I feel when these words find me,
Is hard to express.
But I know they make me happy,
And well, you know the rest.
I feel my words are inadequate,
Next to those perfect lines.
You know you're good with words,
So was it just that the whole time?
Just words?

Were you only toying?
Are you easily trusted,
Or do I trust too easily?
I don't care what part of my mind thinks,
I believe those words really are for me.
Still I can't help but have some doubt.

Do I build hope too fast?
Is it not how I made it seem?
Those powerful words...
Did the feeling behind them
Run away with the stream?
Are they
Just words?

I think not. How can they be?
Something so sincere...
And I once again convince myself
That you really do care.

How did I do that? How did I make myself see
That all your words are true?
I remember
The way you look at me when we part
Those eyes that always make me smile
And somehow in my heart
I know.