What's the Use?
I say you are mine,
Which basically means to have for a lifetime.
You call me yours,
Loving me with all my flaws.
We're official acknowledging each other,
It's like an agreement loving no other.
For your love is what I devour.
I love you, I love you, I love you,
Is something I look forward to.
Even when you don't say it as much as
I would like you, I know you love me too.
We've passed the stage of infatuation,
And the feeling I'm getting is I need to pay attention to my intuition.
Only God knows for what,
I hate having funny feelings in my gut.
In the beginning I was given all the warning,
But being the person I am wanted to stand out.
Now I'm feeling like having some 'cuss out'.
I know it wasn't going to be easy,
Thank God I have will power cause I'm not going to go crazy.
The question of the day, 'What's the use? '
Oh my goodness I'm getting back my 'doh care' attitude.
I really don't want to be rude or start acting like a fool,
But it is what it is and you're ain't no tool.
I was told the feelings that I have in the beginning,
In the end they'll have opposite meaning.
What's the use? Why bother?
Is this a test to get me mad?
To make me feel sad?
To make me cry?
Yes it's annoying at times.
Strange but i understand why
But at the end of it all i know you are mines.
How do i know this?
What if it's a lie? ?
I was given the word, and your word is good.
For i trust you blindly,
Love truly and completely,
And miss only.
Rubbish! ! ! What's the use?
For words are wind and talk is cheap.
Well my dearest as i was told and i tell it to you,
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poem by Anita Khelawan
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