A Love Like This.... Is Hard To Imagine Poem by Faduma Fiasco

he loves me, he loves me not is just runnin thru my mind
an answer to this old question i just cant seem to find
he say's he'll be there for me and care for me no matter what i'll do
he says he's got my back and is true to that but i'm not sure its true

he says his heart belongs to me his 1 & only
he says he'll be there thr the happy tymes, the quiet tymes, and the lonely
he says he'll buy me that new flat screen sony
and i'm not sure if he's fake or phony or his words are just a pile of baloney
he says those slick chicks, those it chicks, those pretty chicks, those witch chicks dont phase him in any way
but, when they be around and got something to say
its not like I'm there anymore and i fade away

but,1 thing that stays the same
is i would love him if he was raised homeless or into fame
and any1 who doubts us is lame
and we constantly remind each other how love is not a game
and our hearts jump in unison at the sound of each other's name

but, he assures me thru the rain & the pain
our love will always burn like an eternal flame!

he says that someday we'll get married and i will be his wife
and together we'll have a great life
and like all marriges we will fight
and there will be those tymes we will go left and right
and we'll throw the first objects in sight
but, one thing that will never change is we will always go together like day & night

this love may not be perfect but, in time it might.....

turn into something beautiful like darkness into light..!