oh friendship why are thee formed from love?
If only thee and love could be separated
by a thin straight line
oh love why does thee troubleth me
my name is confused.. why does thou act liketh this..
my mind sayeth no.. yet my heart totally agreeth..
to love or not to love..
yet the question is not that
but.. to venture on.. in this love-filled quest
on.. to back down.. and let time overtake me..
on this race.. this neverending.. track.. where the end cannot be seen
neither with machines nor with the naked eye
is this possible can this be
that i indeed have love for thee
and yet is it even possible, at all
that thou has love for me.. or more..
