You Still Love Me, I still Love You
Even when you tease me
And I am mean to you
You still love me,
I still love you
Even when you make your piles
And when I get in a huff with you
You still love me,
I still love you
Even when you snore at night
And I talk in my sleep
You still love me,
I still love you
Even when you forget everything
And I start nagging at you
You still love me,
I still love you
Even when you don’t say sorry
And I am being too sensitive
You still love me,
I still love you
Even Though you forget it sometimes
And I forget it to
I’m lucky you love me,
And you’re lucky I love you





johncoyote replied:
A beautiful poem of love. We may struggle with love. Wise people hold on.
February 14, 2013 at 10:37 am. Permalink.
chicana writer replied:
The simplicity of what we sometimes make so complicated is Love. Wonderful!
February 17, 2013 at 8:30 pm. Permalink.
purple replied:
As complicated as we make Life and Love out to be, it is really as simple as you have so beautifully described it: you still love me and I still love you. Very impressed with this poem.
March 12, 2013 at 1:38 pm. Permalink.