A poem in the point of view of Melfina. It's about her past childhood.Anyway, please respond of how you like it (please review!) ~Aeris
I don't love, I watch
How does it feel
to love another soul,
to feel their love through their own flesh?
Blinded, In the finest cloth of silk,
I feel not alive, but still.
As I watch people pass by
I wonder why that isn't me.
Still I don't see the meaning of love
no one did explain
or even shown.
As a child,
I went through the streets, with cold hands,
and no food to eat,
I saw laughing people pass by, in the finest clothes,
I felt dead.
But know I know, how it feels to be sad,
and to feel very mad,
because of love,
I loved no one, but somehow I can't explain,
the meaning of one word,
that is....love............
