Does she love me?

    Her hair is golden,

    her dress is pure white.

    She is the life of the party.

    I am but a soldier with empty 

    pockets.

Does she love me?

    We spend hours talking,

    her smile leaves me beaming, 

    and her laugh leaves me

    breathless.

    I wonder how I am so lucky in 

    love.

Does she love me?

    I know of her wealth,

    her high social standing. 

    I cannot provide for her 

    what she has provided for me. 

Does she love me?

    When the war ends

    and people come home, 

    I stay away,   

    and only think of her. 

Does she love me?

    Five years later,

    I have made myself into 

    someone. 

    I own this city,

    yet all I can think about is her.

Does she love me?

    Finally reunited, 

    she glows in my money. 

    She’s married to another,  

    but I know she really loves me. 

Does she love me?

    She is perfect, 

    my life, 

    and my love. 

    It is time for her to speak up.

Does she love me?

    As soon as it had happened,

    everything has ended. 

    No. I refuse to believe it. 

    She still loves me. 

Does she love me? 

    She will call. 

    I am sure of it, Old Sport.

    She will call me, 

    and I will be waiting. 

Does she love me?

    I may not be around, 

    but I know she will come

    to see me one last time.

    I always will wait. 

Does she love me? 

    This isn’t right. 

    I’ve been here all day.

    She wouldn’t leave me.

    Why hasn’t she come?

Doesn’t she love me?