When I met you,
there were no questions. I went toward you. One day I saw in the eyes of others
what we call “our love”. I saw it frolic about
while others coaxed it. I saw it grow
while others envied it. I began to look at it… me too… to watch it, to look after it… to weave crowns for it
and keep it under glass. Too late! It’s stuffed. It’s as dry
as an old orange blossom.