Poetry

in love? I prepared the candles I prepared the roses I prepared everything... the table the food and the clothes I prepared my mind my heart I wanted to give it to you but I think I changed and gave my mind Silly fragile heart who would want it? it has already been used and thrown on the floor I already refused to give you this heart I was afraid I understand You want a young, innocent and young heart, don't you? You don't want this heart anymore... I love you..... I hate you...... Am I loving you?