you see   it does not matter
that you love him
reject me with
your fiery eyes
it does not matter that     you
your graceful movements
restless smiles    and your hands
impatiently wait for time to pass
until he will return to you --
that you look at him    with starry eyes
and affectionate glances
or that you rest    your arms    in his
in comfort     and blush, almost
unnoticeably, when
he touches you
softly.

it does not matter that you
disagree   with every word I ever say
that you think you are above me
that you never look my way --
it's irrelevant, you see, to how I
still
feel about you

I'm convinced that I don't love you
but
I see your face
and
do.