50%

She lives;
I breathe,
Inside of me

She glances;
I stare,
Upon someone I can't bare

She's got me in her hold,
A rein by my hand cold,
I can't run;
I can't hyde (hide)

Her tears;
My tears?
My feelings;
Her own?
Of confusion;
Of dotage:
We do not know.

Love: is it hers or mine?
That 50%:
Is it mine, or thine?