He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Love

Far more fair than all the other lads that try to compete with you to woo my heart;

You strive not to take it, though,

such tragedy that you would rip it apart.

While for my heart, the others glow,

waiting that I should give them my love;

although it is only you that I want, that I need.

That I strive to have more than anything below or above;

alas, Love has planted her seed,

Within my very bosom, and continues to care for it

She continues to let that small seed grow tall,

and yet little does she know that while you are far more than merit,

you don't seem like you would care at all.

On, though, she continues to tend

to this recently formed sproutling,

as though my heart you will amend,

while my mind continues doubting.

"One day," Says she, with absolute certainty,

"He will fall and break his back.

And on that day, it will be

you that helps him get back on track.

And when this day comes, though that day is not known,

he will look at you in a different way;

he will finally reap this seed I have sown,

and it will be him that nurtures it the rest of the way."