By rhonda-jane porlock
i love you.. but do you love me?
my love expands like the icecaps..
yours is less, perhaps..
i'd love you if the world had melted..
and if we both with stones were pelted..
o please be within my grasp!
o why do i even need to ask?
you love me.. but do i love you?
i love beer and wine and schnapps..
and.. you? well maybe perhaps..
