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LOVE
Is it true that you love me?
You can't be saying it
without meaning it.
Because you grabbed my hand
after we made love.
The same way you used to
do it, when you were young.
You looked at me in the eyes
and I saw tenderness,
instead of hate.
Is that really you, caring
about me.
Or are you going to unleash
the fury of hell once again.
I think this time your love
is for real.
Because you stood there
saying goodbye graciously.
A sign of understanding.
