Doubting Thomas
How could you ever doubt my love,
that it was ever meant only for you,
that there was any other love in my life
except the only worthy one,
the only one that never failed me,
the only one that ever kept me in his mind
and never even thought of admitting anyone else?
I was always sure of you,
I knew you were the only one
that could be trusted implicitly,
the only man that never would betray me.
Still, your doubt in me was like an obsession,
like an incurable malaise and mental illness
that I could never cope with
since it was not my own.
But my love was always there
trusting you and waiting for you ever
while you never came,
since you could never believe
that love actually always was
something too good to be true.
You always had me, and you always have,
and I will always be waiting for you
until at last my love defeats your doubts.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2007-12-15 at 12:42
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