Poetry

He loves me then,
He loves me not.
But I'm willing to give him,
Everything I've got.

He loved me then,
He loves me now.
We're working it out,
But I always wonder how?

He is everything,
As perfect as can be.
So how did he fall,
For a girl like me?

There's really nothing,
Special about me.
And I would really like,
To find out how he sees me.

But right now,
I do not care.
I just know,
He's always there.

He's like an angel,
Sent from above.
And he is the one,
I truly love.