I quarrel with him
He does not understand.
He loves me but cannot see,
I am as he and he as me.
We are reflections of each.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
I quarrel with him
He does not understand.
He loves me but cannot see,
I am as he and he as me.
We are reflections of each.
Incidentally, this poem was written by my father. I was sharing my poetry on the site with him. He took the liberty of adding his own poem to the site without realizing I was logged in. I'm sure there's some poetry in that.