If only…
If only….
If only you loved me, you would turn around
to hear my roiling, complaining sound.
A glance, a smile, would adorn your face
and words you say would be knitted in love lace.
Here I stand frigid and cold,
I keep my emotions in an egoistic hold.
I didn’t call you back to gather in my arms,
Didn’t say I love you; no clause, no qualms.
I know too well, what you should say,
But my vision sees only my own narrow way.
My expectations are high and adoration low,
My self-absorption just leaves me hollow.
Who knew! The math of love where minus is plus,
You give, you have more; you keep, you have less!
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Saryu Parikh 1/24/2019
a poem about, one-sided thinking and self-absorption make us forget the true meaning of love.
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