Confusion

I want it all She wrote on the palms Of his heart He closed his eyes and reached out For her but held on to hope instead She loves me and I love her He wrote on her thighs But she wore a knee length Skin tight dress that rubbed it off She fell asleep waiting for him He walks in on her sleeping everyday With a bouquet of dried flowers Hoping to surprise her She tries He tries But none of them sees none Instead they fight She forgets He forgot Each time their song plays They bury their heads Hoping memories would Take them there and soothe The crack on their heart a little better He held on She tread along Almost blindly She loves him He isn't sure if he loves her That's good reason enough To stay, as far a his ego Is concerned Is this love, I have to know...