To The One Who Doubts Poem by Jeff Temona

What kind of question do u ask?
It gives my heart a gruelling task.
How could u have so much doubt?
I never knew your heart went south.
It is my love for you that makes the sun shine;
It's worth more than a million dime.
It is my love for you that make honey sweet;
It keeps me galant on my feet.
I would stop loving you when the sun grows dark;
I would stop when it's breath i lack.
I would stop loving you when honey turns sour;
I'll stop when I have been crushed by a falling tower...