Why would you say
Such a mean thing, as that
Blows my mind totally
A little,
Every time, you do that

And I know, as usual
What you said, in haste
You can't very easily
Regret,
To take, much of it all back

You know sometimes
Actually, you say, you
Are not really
Sure,
Of anything, much true

Of course,
I do so much, love you
And I can't in no earthly way
Take,
Any part, of that much back

And, not much, in doubt
Is my much love of you
My dear, you know I write
Long,
Love poetry, only of you

You see our love is one special, unlike
All those other loves not,
Lasting for all
Time
Surely you love, all of me too!  


©  2017 Jim Davis