It's not love...

I don't love you as the red rose.

Not because you are a diamond.

I love you as the piece of glass
The darkness between life and shadow...






I love you as the dew drop
That carries the essence of light.

I love you as the pitch black
That defines the brown of the sky...






I love you,not for a reason
Not of passion or intricacies.

It's not that I love you,but
The lurching desire to hate you,gives in...





There's not love between us,just
The warmth you carry,in me
The fragrance you leave behind
They are all,mine.....