I Still Love You

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able
to convince him that I love him or I
wonder am locked into a love that will
always view truth as a lie. As I pondered
these thoughts in my mind, these words
came to mind ...

I still love you, can't you see
What all of your meanness is doing to me
I cry myself to sleep every night
Hoping that you will call and make
Everything alright.

I try to tell you how much I love you,
But you are never convinced
Then you treat me mean and
Then my mind is in a mess.

You are the most handsomest man
That I have ever seen and your beautiful
Smile is like one out of a dream.

Your voice is like sweet honey dripings
That cascades from its hive,
So sweet, so mellow, and this is no jive.

You are the epitome of true love
In all that you do, so why are you angry
With me again, honey what did I do?

Sweet words all wasted and tears
About to fall, my love is not himself,
But I still love him Ma.

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