This Can’t Be Love

I can feel you in me. 

I feel love and power. 

You are based in the centre—

the heart—of my body. 


This can’t be love. 

I yearn for any of your gesture, 

a message or a conversation 

that we can be a part of. 


I am awed by your existence. 

Your being brings me to tears. 

I am awed by your innocence.

I am thankful that I met you here. 


Our equality and co-existence 

makes our united essence

so beautiful, pure and just

that it feels magical. 


It brings me as much relief.

How can love be such?

These beautiful happenings surpass my belief.

This can’t be love. 




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