10 January 2013
I call it 'love'. He calls it 'playing'. When he is laughing, My mind is greying.
I call it 'love'. He calls it 'dancing'. He thinks it bare, I think: romancing.
I call it 'love'. He calls it 'kissing'. He thinks it fun, Something is missing.
I call it 'love'. He calls it 'friendship'. A heady wine, While I gulp, he'll sip.
I call it 'love'. And when he leaves me, Oh, I'm the fool, For I did not see.
On Different Pages. • Opuss № I