As she whispers the words
"I love you"
in between gritted teeth,
I think,
What do you know
about love?
Because the way you look
at each other
doesn't seem like love.
And the way you speak of him,
doesn't sound like love.
And the way he looks at her,
doesn't look much like love at all.
But then again,
what do I know,
about your love?