Ink And Reason

"I love you," three words both warm and bold, 
A fortress built with secrets it sure can hold. 
A tender truth, whispered on the breeze, 
But doubt can linger 'neath the rustling leaves.
Is this a promise, etched in starry skies? 
Or just a wish, a longing in disguise? 
Do these words a future bind, 
Or fleeting feelings, left behind?
The heart, it speaks in whispers soft and shy, 
A question hangs, a teardrop in the eye. 
For love confessed, though brave and strong, Yearns for an echo, to right the coming wrong.