Love....
life's deepest emotion;
hard to find, harder to keep,
and even harder to have returned.
Each time we encounter it,
choices are made,
many times reluctantly.
What kind of fool chooses
to love without question?
Without demanding love in return,
loving while still unloved?
Is this proof of profound depth,
the ultimate sacrifice?
To give of yourself with no demands?
Giving freely, in order to not bind,
as fully as it is deeply felt?
Faithfully trying to be an anchor
through stormy times?
To love and not be loved in return...
What of this person?
Knowing they go on loving
all alone.
Is this the kind of fool
love makes?
Am I this fool?
