I love you more than you think is proper.
I’ve been loved the same way,
By someone whom I did not find adequate,
Whom I did not think appropriate.
But I tried to love him.
You have not tried to love me.
At least I gain this insight into my friend
That I can relate with his disappointment
That I can be compassionate to his discomfort
That I can be compassionate to yours.
And, maybe, one day, you’ll love me;
Maybe, one day, you’ll embrace me
And I’ll be loved the way I love, by you,
With all the truth and dreaminess,
With all the hope and longing,
With all the romance and beauty
That I see in you…
That I live in me.