Why do you love? he asked.
She replied...
"Why do you love me?"
It left him mute.
She began to speak softly.
With tears falling from
her warm cheeks,
and hopeless eyes.
"I love you,
I love you more than
I knew how, and I
guess thats the problem.
I love you too much and
you love me too low. Which
makes any of us not know
how to handle the sentiment."
- i.s
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ruminative // pensive
ПоэзияThat's the problem with being the strong one. No one offers you a hand.
