“Do I love her?
Do I love her?”
He was thinking to himself
“Man
It’s hot out here.”
He was thinking to himself
“Am I even in the realm of a lover?
I feel nervous
Every time that I touch her.”
He was thinking
Maybe he should call Truth
Truth always had the answers
But Truth was just a friend
That he couldn’t contact
This new union
Had closed a dozen doors
admittedly
Nine of them
Were hiding half a dozen whores
But what about the three
With which he didn’t score
Or more accurately
Wasn’t keeping score
“Do I love her?”
He was thinking to himself
“Maybe she’s just another lover.
Maybe
Time was up
The moment I couldn’t touch her.”
He was thinking to himself
So he stopped
Looked around at the scenery
Then took a look at himself
Dress shirt
Pleated pants
Held up by a black
She had termed it
A decent belt
Was that anger he felt
Changing who he was
And the meaning that it held
Was it that he loved her
With his heart
And not the thing beneath his belt
At the time
If he had to choose
She was the culmination of wealth
Richness
And other words
Without the vows
‘Til death
So what had happened
A child
Couldn’t have been
The thought alone made him smile
He loved her in a way
He hadn’t been able to awake
In a while
She’d get older
Maybe he was apprehensive
About walking that mile
Would the infant accept him
When she was older
And he was being infantile
Would she still want his input
When she was a juvenile
Not knowing
This was the thought process
Of a parent
Maybe even the parents of his
Future bride
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt
To talk to Truth
Or maybe it would
Is it right to ignore friends
Maybe he should
A lot could go wrong
But what about the chances for good
Lunch was over
And there was still no answer
“Do I love her?
Is she more than a lover?”