My Love

Does he really feel the way I think?

His eyes roll over me...not missing a beat.
The way he turns around so swiftly,
I'm sure that its weak.
He talks of love, pleasure and sweets.
Yet his actions for me are of frustration and defeat.
He says he loves me, he says that he's unglued.
But what I get from this is that he's finished, beat down and reclused.
What I really need to know is that my staying here is worth the pain.
For if its not, I need to move on and deal with the pain.
I love you, I do! I love you so true.
But has the past given us to much that we can never improve.
I pray a silent prayer and hope you do too...
I hope that love can keep us together my sweet boo.