If you
Love me,
Why do
You then
Hurt me?
Why do
You leave
Me alone
At dawn?
Why do
You always
Forget
My birthday?
Why do
You forget
To offer
Me a flower,
Or a poem,
Now and then,
To express
Your love
For me,
Although
You say
You love me?
Love is not
Mere words.
Love is deeds
That can tell
How you
Feel about
Your beloved.
But if you
Love me,
As you say,
You never
Hurt my feelings.
For to love
Is to care,
And to treat
The beloved
With affection,
With gentleness,
And respect.