It's not that I can't love,
That I can't pay a little more attention to the beauty you spread all around the mirk,
The happiness you bear,
The glow you posses that even the brightest of the stars feel dull,
It's not that I can't love a women full of grace,
Where people come and go leaving traces and traces of memories,
Where we swim alone in the oceans anticipating that someone might be swimming right there just to save us,
Where we dive deep believing that someone will dive with us,
Where the sun hide behind the horizon of broken hopes,
The moon behind the broken trust,
It's not that I can't love,
It's just that I don't.