she loves me, she loves me not,
so go the questions in my head
tying my emotions to a knot
driving me right round the bend
for my fault it is that she’s not
joyful around the bed
even though it gets so hot
For I would build a mansion
for her I would buy wings
But then I am no mason
not more than normal beings
i have but mere passions
laced with fear and things
and now,
she cannot hold
or touch and i’m not bold
to do much more than bow
and tell her just how
i miss her conversation
her life and her elation
her smarts and her sensation
when sponaneously she touches me
and fire touches my soul
Oh yea, Oh lovely maiden
come back and love me maybe
lest you find i maddened
my spirit is heavy laden
4 thoughts on “She loves me, She loves me not”
She loves you…
– and here all this time I thought you meant me……* so sad * lol
Thats why I fall in love with poetic men. Its just about the only authentic way to get into a man’s “feeling” world…wonderful poem.
The rhyme is excellent, the emotions are brought out quite well and the plot well developed. Keep it up.