He Loves Me. Poem by Aya Nasr

His voice hugs me
All words haunts me
He daily dreaming..
That he dance with me
Sweet and childish
But talking wisely
That's really confusing
But..I guess he loves me

Feeling his sweetness
When he call me princess
His jokes, his craziness
And lil of jealousy
I don't really know
But.. perhaps he loves me

Trying to look for a situation
that same as ours
To not picking leaves of all red flowers
Asking all of them and talk for hours
Does he loves me?

I do have answers
but all of them 'maybe'
but what I'm sure of
after thinking for hours..
What we both feel cross all powers