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This is not my poem. This Is my boyfriends Andre Ribeirinha- Braga... Please Enjoy!

Her hair smooth as silk
Her eyes as beautiful as the new budding flowers
The love may be mutual
but it isn't shown.
She conned me,
like anyone would an innocent victim.
Leaving a hole where my heart and affection once was.
I love her,
but she does not reciprocate
for she does not believe in what could be,
scared from a checkered past
filled with regret and poor choices.
We crossed many a sea together
battling away all who chose to not believe
in what could have been,
but soon doubt trickled into her mind.
The seed of doubt embedded
deep into her mind.
Growing,
being nurtured by all who question.

Will she ever come back
and regret the mistake she made?
Or does she see
it as a blessing,
Is she glad to be rid
of a burdened lover like me?
Or does she think about me
the way I think of her?
Wishing for her to come back
and look at me
as she once did,
when we were happy
with just looking into each other eyes
and knowing we were together.