Not more, not less.

Giving a look to reality

you may see that you cannot ask so much more than you give,

taking love and returning mere admiration.

Hunger takes you distant from love,

but also provoking other's rage takes you away from love.

Love is like a rose

who needs water, but not too much,

cares and kindness, but also space and freedom.

You know I could have been yours, for just the taking,

but you pushed me to go away

and now you try to make me wait for you

eternally.

Take a look to reality

this is not love

this is possession.

I

am

mine,

and you

are

yours,

we can only share ourselves,

if we are two.

Not more.

Not less.