Cardinal in tree

I loved you, maybe you didn’t understand.
You loved me, maybe I couldn’t understand.
You trusted me in a loving way,
I trusted you not, and could not stray.
My eyes upon the supple nape,
that tortured my soul in many ways,
and held my gaze time and again.
Maybe trust is but too measured a word,
when clinging dearly in search of something to share.
Maybe trust metes out too even a gift,
between a truly loving pair.
A true treasure that we both can’t share.
Ah maybe love then is enough,
for both of us to show we care.