Monday, April 2, 2007


I look at her joy overflowing,
And with unassuming love I look on smiling.
From a distance I gaze on,
The selfish desires to pursue her now gone.

I still find her so compelling,
Her smile so enthralling,
Her personality so free and telling,
And her carefree heart so selflessly giving.

So I am torn:
What I am I to do with a heart so worn?
Should I cast away the friendship of before,
Or should I be a better friend even more?

What is better:
To hide oneself from another
Or to face the issue even further?

Love is to be made selfless.
Love is to be given without reserve.
Love is to go beyond current hindrances
And find the other in need.