I think we are all capable of love,
but not the same love.
For I do not beat the same
I cannot feel the same
My heart may beat faster or drag the weight of my last lover so it beats heaver on rainy days and late nights.
Hers may beat for another lover which she loves like no other
For I do not beat the same
I cannot feel the same.
She has often been a lover without a lover.
I love her even when she prefers laying with another
For she never felt the same
