Am I Good Enough?
Sometimes when alone I stop to ponder
Searching the wounded ego of my heart
If I am good enough for her to love
That’s usually when I almost come apart
You see all I have to offer is my heart
Over time it’s been damaged and repaired
That, plus the words I say to her each day
During those few fleeting moments shared
Yes, I know I can be my own worst enemy
Doubting the man in the looking glass
Who say’s:
“She loves you for who you are,
so stop being such an ass!”
Me too!
Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
you need not doubt just remember the end of this month.....
Budd
Love ya!
Jane
Your poem appears to be about someone doubting one's love. Where there's smoke there's fire and the doubts are probably well-founded.
Ron
Love ya face Cuz Hugs XOXOXO Rose
Hugs,
Anna