He loves me, He loves me not,
He answers me when I call, every time,
He listens to me attentively,
He opens doors, mmmmm,
He pulls out chairs,
He calls just to say ‘I love you’.
He smiles at me whenever our eyes meet,
He holds my hands when we walk,
He makes me laugh,
When I cry, he wipes my tears,
He holds me so close to him,
He makes me think I’m his all,
and yet when I pull away,
He lets me go.
He doesn’t shower me with expensive gifts,
He creates his gifts, they’re priceless,
He gave me a bottle of ocean air once,
He picked a leaf for me from when he was in Japan,
He gave me a mirror with a small picture of him,
So when I look at it, I will always see us together,
The sweetest part of him though, is the way
He remains locked up in my memory,
Haven’t you guessed, this man is non-existent as yet
And probably will never be.
One can hope, right? lol!