Do I love Him ?

He told me to write him a poem
To dedicate it to him
But here I am
Trying to find the right words
But my mind seems empty
My once emotional thoughts
Seems so bleak and plain
I wish I can write to him
To tell him that I love him
But do I love him?

We share everything together
He makes me my coffee the way I love it
He reads me books while I doze off
And sometimes he washes my hair for me
Even sometimes he massages my back
He gives me tissues when I cry
Hugs me when I feel down


Do I love him?

He always stood next to me
Always gave me his shoulder to lean on
Seemed to enjoy the effect he had on me
The way he teases me
The way he calls me names
The way he makes me smile when I want to cry

I love it that he's there
To help me pass my days
Lifting me up to higher expectations
Letting me be more than just an emotional poet

He urges me to write novels
He urges me to dream


Do I love him?

They ask me about him
What does he do?
But does that matter
I really don't care
For I have him not his work or status
I don't want his money only his time

He's true to me
While others weren't
He chose to be with me
While other chose to leave
He never seems to complain
While others did

Do I love him?
It seems that I do…