She loves me, she loves me not
Is it false, is it true
Cold as ice, warm as sun
Didnt know, once I knew
Then she's calm, then she's wild
Words of love, words of hate
Smiling face, saddened frown
Early love, much too late
Does she love me, does she not
Enemy, or maybe friend
Painful words, soothing kiss
Forgotten not, it's her I miss
i love this poem it is really good it describes something i ve seen befor and our seeing now right on the dot
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(She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not - Poem by Bradley Lester.) Enjoyed reading. Thank you.