Do not tell me about your love [2]

Do not tell me about your love,
when I cannot phone you when I want to,
when you put the things between us in words

or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and I wonder where your joys lie
(let the end of our love never begin)

and every time that you do not phone
my heart feels stripped and cold.
Do not tell me about your love,

as sometimes I wonder if you are only pretending
that you want to share your time with me
and I wonder where your joys lie

why your peculiar behaviour do not bother you,
you rub me like emery
when you put the things between us in words.

Let me keep on pretending
as I know there’s love in your heart
that you want to share your time with me

before I cancel that which is between us forever
or my heart, my voice will go silent.
Do not tell me about your love,

as for me there may only be heartache
when you come out with the real truth
as I know there’s love in your heart

and when at times I want to hesitate
I may realize that I am just wasting my time
when you put the things between us in words,

I may be astonished
and if you really love me,
when you come out with the real truth

it may bless or wreck everything
and for your attention I will never beg.
Do not tell me about your love,
when you put the things between us in words

if you truly adore me
or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and if you really love me,
let the end of our love never begin.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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