Can This Be Love

Maidens often tells me she love me, But can that truly be? One who does not to me respect show, But always my ideas she akimbo. I asked my duplicate, Whether it's a thing of my fate. "Can someone who loves you, Show no respect to your rule? Can one who loves you, View you in your seriousness as fool? Can one who bear your affection, Often cause you variant infections. If truly she loves; I qoute, Then,does she always me wrong qoute? When my abilities toss me to speak, Then will her mockery raise to it's peak. She'll often mock my ingenuity, Which pierce into my versatality. Does she really love? Tell me,or does she want me like a whot shove? 'Cos by all my intuity, I can't trace the particles of love's conformity. Let say she disguises, Must she take it too far to this phases? My quest for her personality, Is now melting down like a scorched lead. Tell me,does she really loves me, Or only enjoy my spirituality? Tell me,Tell,Tell me Tell me, Tell, Tell me Tell me, Tell, Tell me For i'm pressed and squeezed like a bill. Does she feel so pompous, That made her conceive that i wroth her purse? Does her beauty stir her so hardly, That her aroma disguist my belly. One who i bare sickness with, One who i share illness with. One who my heart travels to greet, Every hour while on thought's street. One who i persuade 'I AM' for, Don't even care if i fall. Should i believe them, Or pluck my garment at its hem? Cos my rein did wept, And my affection forever crept. In search of an abode, That will be to her a Lord. Should i say she's by jealousy toss? Or methink her that i her friend toast*? Tell me,Tell,Unveil to me, For this no more a secret. I made 'I AM' so compassionate, To make her edified in faith. My intestine fought with my worms, For the course of this maiden's norms. But here is the tragedy, Nay,should i say Blessing? For this maiden of which my mouth is fixed on, Is the bone of bone of which i'm loan. This stamped me on the fence, With no idea whether to stay or hence. For yet my shout and screams, And affection for her is still like the tree. But here i don't know if she truly loves, Or if she wants to give me to the fox.