she deserves love,
but does she deserve my love ?
my love has been molded by a cruel
world with nursing hands and
blessed by its mystical wandering
quandaries, is it right to allow
her into that tempestuous labyrinth ?
I find that desire is healthy while in the understandment of the desire to let go of everything after that fact
It's like wishing upon a shooting star and not wanting to take away its magic- if it allows me its power I am grateful, if it doesn't allow me it then I let go of its light
and I would always miss its shine