HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT
He loves me, he loves me not,
A childish game as girls we played.
But now we're older, girls no more,
A little older, a little greyed.
But still, we'd wonder in years gone by,
In earlier times, younger married years,
Raising children, too busy for each other,
Drifting far apart, thus shedding many tears.
Then the children left the nest,
And we came together once again.
The old familiarity's still there,
The love is back; we're friends.
He loves me.
© ELR 2013