Saturday, January 15, 2022

Love Does

You ask me what
I want
from you,
I want nothing
love wants.

You ask me why
I long
for you,
I don’t
love longs.

You ask me why
my attraction
to you,
I know not
love knows.

You ask me why
I wait
for you,
I don’t
love does.
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