She loves me, my lips would love to chant. How elegant these words will slide through to the beat of my eardrums.
She loves me not, my heart in doubt. These words i've wished to hear only come in riddles.
She loves me, my soul conforms. She belongs to me, she's my queen and I am king.
She loves me not, my mind confused. Seems my faith has lost itself, hope can no longer drive.
She loves me, my fingers type. She may never be mine but i sleep with closure knowing that she can love.
