Innate Intuition Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

You said you love me
But you don't care for me
You said you miss me
But you never call on me
You said you are waiting for me
But you were gone when I came
Are these your ways of loving me?

When we are talk face to face
Your eyes are set to somebody else
When I tell you about my day
You seem bore and dismay
When I hug and kiss you
You do not complement
Are these your ways of loving me?

Where are those happy days
When love flows as the spring
Where are those moments
When your caress is hot and daring
Where are you laughs and giggles
That enrapture my innate desires
Are those zestful memories dead?

Now I long for your intimate love
Which you do not give anymore
Now I wish for your loving care
Which this time you no longer do
Now I hope our love will prosper
Which now die slowly day by day
Are all these...just doubting intuition?

What if I am right?
Could this be the end
of the love we bonded
for so long now?
Well... this could be
that the end is near
for the two of us dear!