She doesn't love you much
I know she doesn't love you much
And not as strongly as I do,
For when she gave your hand a touch
I would have kissed your fingers too.
She's never noticed, I suppose,
That you like silver more than gold,
That you have freckles on your nose
And that your hands are always cold.
She doesn’t know your sister’s name
And puts much sugar in your tea.
Her eyes are guilt. Her lips are blame.
She has the half of love in me.
She looks at you, but never in.
Her kisses burn, but don’t comfort.
She feels the passion kept within,
But not your loneliness and hurt.
I wish you saw the things I see
When giving her another touch.
She may be prettier than me,
But still, she doesn’t love you much.
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She doesn't love you much?
My dear Nitta, I don't doubt for a moment that the woman in this poem doesn't love the man in this poem as much as you do, but based on my extensive reading of your poetry I would say that very few women indeed can match your passion! LOL Now then, as for the poem, it's classic Nitta, expressing the pain of the lovelorn as only Nitta can. I must say that first stanza is intense---and the last line of that stanza shows just how serious you are. Actually, add the first stanza to the last and you've got a whole poem right there. But I think I need to read it again.
very nice
I could feel your pain inside your words.
very good work.
thanks for sharing