Those words he'll never say

He makes me say them.
Those words he'll never say.

He asks me to say them.
He urges me to say them.
He allows me to say them.
He orders me to say them.

Sometimes he seems to melt.
Sometimes he seems to roar.

Sometimes I think he almost might say them,
those words he'll never say
even if those words were true.

For me they are true,
those words he'll never say.
He knows they are true.
He knew before I did.
And they please him,
those words.
It pleases him,
that sentiment.

And for me
that must be
enough.