He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not...

He loves me...
With all the love in his heart.
I can tell by the way he holds me,
Like he never wants to let me go.
He holds me like I am going to break,
Protecting me from everything...

He loves me not...
He lashed out at me.
Yelling and screaming.
You hurt me, my love.
When I fell and looked for him to help me up,
He turned his back on me,
And he was there no more...

He loves me...
He stares at me with penetrating eyes.
The ones that look deep into my soul.
They know all and see all.
Scanning my past for hidden secrets,
Looking into the present,
And creating a future for me.

He loves me not...
He said it was all a lie,
And he never meant a thing he said.
The tears filled my eyes,
My vision now blurry and indistinct.
Finding myself blind without him,
I stumbled through the dark.
He had taken the light away from my life.

I pick the last petal off this rose I hold so close.
This rose which holds a deep blood red color,
For love runs through our veins,
Spreading throughout our bodies, minds, and souls.
Love brings new meaning to our lives,
And yet another reason to live.
Love can carry us to new places,
Or lift us to new heights,
While opening our eyes to the world of the unknown.
Together we are life and death.
I live for you,
But die without you.
We are the past, the present, and the future.
So as I pull of this last petal
I think in my head that he loves me,
And at that same moment strong arms embrace me from behind.
Then the words I longed to hear,
I love you.

By: Heather