The restless heart
and the whisper of confusions
do I love her, or do I not
immersed within such fluctuating thoughts
I try, not to be confused
I try, not to think about it
but like a white elephant
her image her smile I visualize
do I love her, or do I not
when love whispers softly
I can not be sure
But try to be sure
poor me, like so many
going through the same dilemma
love, that hope brings me to
love, that dreams are dreamed of
love, I want to, perhaps I do
Love her, ...
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