If I had told you that I was in pain,
would you have helped me? Held me?
Cared?

If I had told you that I believed in you,
would you have believed me? Stayed with me?
Cared?

If I had told you that I was bleeding,
would you have listened? Fixed me?
Cared?

If I had told you that I was a liar,
would you have minded? Ignored me?
Cared?

If I had told you that I hated you,
would you have reacted? Left me?
Would you even  *care?

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“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—