LOVE Poem: I GUESS SHE IS RIGHT, by Tom Squitieri

She said I don’t think
You love me
As I silently melted at the
Slight curve in her neck
And imagined its taste
And then kissed it softy

She said you rarely smile
At me
As the sun bathes her beauty
In radiance, and turns her words into music.
It hid my smile as she warmed me
Just standing there

She said I think I love you more
Than you love me
As I remained in that awkward position
To see her snuggle in, watched her sleep and
whispered into
Her ear, to bring intimacy
To her dreams

You never show me
That you love me, she said,
As she adjusted her feet
To get a better massage
and felt the
Warm spring breeze, as she
Supped the tasty meal I made
for her

If you loved me
You would surprise me,
She said
As she gasped in
Astonishment when
We rounded the bend
To that glorious view
She had never knew existed

I don’t think you love me
She said
Before she shuddered in explosions
Through the night

I wonder if you love me
In many ways beyond what
You write,
She said
As she raised her head from my
Chest as her nap ended
And I brushed her beautiful hair

Tell me you love me,
She said
And all I could do was smile
So perhaps she is correct.
I guess I do not love her
And I smiled like the crescent moon