He Loves me, He Loves me Not

When he holds my hand

and kisses my cheek

When he holds me tight

when I am weak

When he smiles at me

with love in his eyes

When he make me laugh

to cheer up my cries

It's when I know, of his heart

I hold the key

It's when I know that

this man loves me.

But When he curse me

and don't care to talk

And leaves me lonely

as if I'm a ugly rock

When he yells at me

for no reason at all

and belittles me

for something so small

It's then I began to think

his love has rot

and began to believe

he loves me not.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sept. 20, 2005

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