Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...

I'm as important as necessary
as important as I let myself be
but necessary isn't necessarily
the right way to go about wanting

cool noon breeze, sweet scent that stings
a cushioned step for hardened feet
whereas the place heart & mind meet
i've long loitered that corner on the streets

senses that sting and a mind that sings
in madness, sadness, delusions and things
adhering to horrid truth in meaning
abstaining from animalistic need

though greed feeds on what it needs
in between the solid blurred lines it reads
that time is a vision pain is a choice
there's grace in sorrow & reason yet to rejoice

i sit now in stillness and wanting and need
love as a shadow to mask my greed
tormented by want, of things far away
still I long for virtue and truth in the day