He loves me, He loves me not.
I am a rose and he is the thorn that sits
sharply on my side.
I am a bird and he is my wings that direct me
where he wants me to go.
I am a tree trunk that stands tall and he is the leaves
that overbear me.
Yet I am a woman with a heart that beats
and he is male with a heart that beats
and that will never change.
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