Love for me is not selfish.
It is when I give a part of my soul wholly to the person.
When I think of what I can do for him
and not what he can do for me.
I just know that it is love when I let him go.
Coz I know he’d be happier there.
Love for me is sensitivity.
I can feel when she’s happy, sad or problematic.
I can feel a prick in my heart when she’s in pain.
My heart is crushed when she is crying
I’ve killed a part of myself the moment I hurt her.
It’s her I know that I love
Love is painful. Yes it is.
It has many barriers. It has many thorns
Will you hold my hand? Will you never let go?
Will you be with me? Will you walk with me?
To infinity and beyond
