Love,
It's so ironic
That I say I don't love him,
Yet I stay up all night,
Reading what he wants to learn,
Showing him love,
Through an act of service,
Yet him,
Dead asleep..
And I,
Thrilled with joy..
Hoping he immensely feels what I claim to not have,
How could I sacrifice sleep for you..
Yet I claim not to love you?
I wonder..
S