It is and is not…

It is not through the voice of a child
who adores you that I speak to you,
it is not through the rose tinted glasses
of green love that I see you,
it is not with a foolish mind that I
remember you.

It is from a tired, wearied heart that
I long for you, for so long now that
soon it shall mean naught…
It is from loneliness that I cry, my
love has not died, but my solitude has
grown. Oh how I miss you.

It is love and it is not, I love the thought
of you, but it is not you with whom I
am in love.

It just is and is not.


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