Love

why must i feel such a peace?
for with this peace must come pain.

do i make something out of nothing?
do i make more out of less?

have i given my heart away?
through my honesty, i have trusted
and through my trust, i have loved.

I did not choose to love
for what man has ever chosen to love.
does not love choose him?
if i were able to choose to love,
would i choose differently?
how could i, for love has chosen me
and i cannot help but to love.

there is no fear in love,
so, why am i scared?
my fear is that love will not be returned.
it is in this perceived abscense of love
that my fear exists.

if my fears be true
and my love be denied,
then i am but a fool,
a man who carelessly gives away
that which is not his to give.

05.04.1997