I'm always wondering,
do you love me?
Do you like me?
Are you just using me?

Why do you like me?
Is it because of me?
Or is it my body?

Even though you're always telling me
that you love me,
that you need me,
I'm still not sure.

Then you come home.
You walk to me,
kiss me and tells me that you love me.
Then I'm sure.
There is no doubt in my mind.

I love you
and I always will.

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