To love someone,
Who has never understood...
The meaning of that to feel,
Below the depth of the surface...
Felt to know real.
Can be an addiction trying to quit.
Yet the habit of the attraction,
Known when and how it began...
Is an emotional drug.
That has to end.
With that first step to take,
Eliminating to break away...
A heart allowed to be broken.
Doing what is needed to mend again.
No longer a thought.
But a doing that has to be done.
And that process to start,
Is not easy to face.
When someone has no clue,
What love to have for another is.
Or think of love,
As more than just words.
Spoken to hear heard.
Not to connect with the depth,
Of emotion or feelings felt...
To know but gone unable to explain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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