How Do I Know Really? Poem by Nomaphelo Lange

A inquiry that borders me all the time,
No one can answer at all.
A mystery that can’t be solved,
Private detectives chuckle in my face.
How do I know?

He only speaks soft words of true love,
His face is so childlike all the time.
He hides nothing from me,
But allows her to trouble us all the time.
Do I kick him out?

When will he asks me in matrimony?
Will I trust that he’s truly mine?
When he comes home midnight morose,
He doesn’t touch me all through the night.
Do I trust he’s truly mine?

When he tells me he desires only me,
And indulge me with all the worlds’ wonders.
He gives all his moment to work and companion,
Then tell me we have eternally together.
How do I know really?