What is love?
Is it some sort of subliminal message from the gods?
What is this new warmth that I feel?
What is this uncontrollable emotion that I know will haunt me 'til my end?
Indeed it must be love.
But will he realize?
Does he not see?
And so I sit here, helplessly in love with one who is blind to me.
N/A I originally wrote this about my own experience. I love him. He loves me. He just keeps pushing away from me.