Balance

 

I cannot begin to explain

what you are to me

or will be.

I and my feelings

are indivisible,

and needing

will not be multiplied by wanting.

 

Yet, when you speak

of your love

with soft words,

or, come to mind,

I cannot let go.

 

Being friends

 is the finest part of loving

and,

since we are not that,

let us find

some other name than 'love'

for what we have.

 

Perhaps,

if we liked each other more

and

'loved' each other less

the balance would be better?

 

Still,

 I am with you willingly

even if I cannot see

nor clearly understand

the chain which holds me.