She loved me for my house
She loved me for my job,
She loved me for my car
And she loved me because I wasn't Rob.
She loved me for my pool
She loved me for my boat,
She loved me for my possessions
And she loved me for the books I wrote.
She loved me for my clothes
She loved me for the cologne I wore,
She loved me for the food I cooked her
And she loved for always opening the door.
She loved me for my wallet
She loved me for my diverse company,
She loved me for the gifts that I gave her
But, she didn't love me for me.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem