~Love~
We think abt it.
Sing abt it, Dream abt it
&
Loose sleep worrying abt it
When we dnot know we have
It, we search for it .
When we discover it, we dont
Know wh8 to do wid it .
When we have it, we fear
Loosing it.
Its d constant source
Of pleasure & pain
But
We dont know whch it'll b
From one moment to d Next.
Its a short word,
Easy to spell, Difficult to define
&
Impossible to live without ... (:
I'm sorry if I have caused you pain,
and much more pain that i might have
and could have caused her...
I'm sorry for my fragility
--that must have been a great burden to you...
I'm sorry for making you feel worried about me,
when I FIRMLY believe you're not supposed to.
I'm sorry to have
a part of my brain and my heart
believe that there was a "slight" truth when you told me
you love me..
I'm sorry...
I love you...