I Don't Understand

Everyone loves differently...but, at what point is it no longer called love?

You tell me that you love me
As you turn around to kiss her
You tell me that you need me
As you stretch your arm around her
You tell me that you're sorry
As you walk in late after a date with her
You tell me that I'm the only one
As you look at a picture of her
You tell me that you love me
As I realize, maybe it's me, maybe I don't understand your love 

The End

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