My Love

Could I really love you?

I question myself now, eveyday.

And I see my answer in the way you kiss me.

You can love me better than I could love myself.

This heart excuses your love.

I could try to love you,

but I decide to love you when its convient.

You do notice it more often.

It's the way I kiss you.

The way I try...

What keeps me here? With you?

I simply don't like to be alone.

My heart doesn't leap or drop when I kiss you.

Nor does it soar or plumet.

I don't love you.

I have answered my question.

No.