Literature
Love is not wrong
What do you offer me, oh you the one I love?
Is it just the charm of your smile not given to me?
You shine for the world,
I see the love in you
And I feel love?
No, not for that alone.
Is it your kindness? Your eyes
which meet with mine in true aceeptance,
giving nothing
taking nothing in return, but yet you shine
and I am blinded
by my love of you?
No.
It cannot be these things,
for some of you
I Have never seen,
but yet I loved.
Its not your smile.
Its not your eyes.
Its not your kindness
given carelessly.
Could it be
myself I see in you?
Could it be
you make me less alone
by finding something