Love Isn't Enough

I can love you.

Or I can cry.

I can mimic you.

you

Or I can lie.

I can trick you.

Or I can fly.

I can love you.

Or will never even give it a try.

But what is love though.

Can you explain it slow.?

A deep wounded vow.

Or a pressing urge to know.

What’s behind the curtain.

What’s beneath a gullible act of the show.

If that’s it ..

Then I would prefer to keep it low.

But if there’s more..

Don’t make me snore.

I can see you..

Or I cannot.

I can free you..

Or I definitely can.

Cause it’s hard to keep..

Don’t want you to weep.

And hurt you deeply.

So I will not say I love you..

But even won’t say that I had to try.

Cause that’s not how it works.

As words are never enough.

It doesn’t have to be rough.

A look that took you away.

I am afraid is not bound to stay.

The eyes that caught you alive.

I am afraid can give in after a dive.

It’s a nuance.

Someone’s penance.

Redundant charm.

Filling a gap.

But the ones who left you sulking.

Perhaps unknowingly tilted you to adapt.

And no.

I won’t love you..

So don’t keep asking me why.