The girl who asks a lot of questions. . .
When they told me the words:
“I love you,”
I was enthralled and quite flattered.
It was nice to be loved.
When I went to say back:
“i love you too,” they were no where to be found.
Only one has stayed to hear those words
spoken to me spoken back to them.
It only takes one,
I love her as she loves me.
And one is quite enough.
