It’s really strange, strange indeed.
That nothing could simply
Change my feelings.
Over the years I have tolerated
Your every onslaught on my emotions
Over the years I have suffered
Your daily rejections.
Still,
I find myself unchanged,
My feelings, still the same.
Strange, isn’t it?
I feel a wonder
At this constancy,
At this stability.
Perhaps,
I shouldn’t be.
Love is really unchangeable like the sea.
Constant like the mountains,
Evergreen like the pea.
Love is what love should be,
A feeling of joy for you, ……from me.
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