Wondering Poem by lou shandra wright

He loves me, he loves me not
I wish I really knew.
Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t
Tell me what am I to do.
If I tell him that I love him
Would he say it back?
Or would he break my heart
And make my red blood run black.
He has told me he loves my kisses
He’s said he loves my body.
I know he loves my shoes,
But what about just loving me?
How am I supposed to know
If you never take the time to tell me?
Until than I’ll sit plucking pedals saying
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…