If he had written me a poem
I would have composed a song for him.
If he had bought me flowers
I would have painted a portrait for him.
If he had listened to me
I would have nodded and
I would have embraced him.
If he had kissed me
I would have blushed and
I would have told him that I loved him.
If he had loved me
I would have smiled.
If he loves me or not
does not matter
I do smile at him,
blush and blow him a kiss,
embrace him,
paint a picture for him
compose a song for him,
love him.
If he had loved me
I would not have written this poem.
November 2000.
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