You say you lovve me, 
But what is your love then? 
When ... 
It's not strong enough to move you 
Can you learn to love like I do? 
Or am I just turning in the mud 
waiting for change 
Thinking I'm stopping the grass growing 
underneath my feet 
When we meet, 
I feel it: flowing words, emotions, feelings 
I don't doubt these things, I see it. 
But what is your love then? 
A glimmer of hope, 
unable to light my fire? 
Quiet suppression? 
Frustrating desire? 
I want a true love, 
As mine is true. 
You can't learn to love as I do. 
I've learned that. 
Now I've only to learn to let go 
of your flowing words, emotions, feelings. 
Suppress my spinning 
Reaching 
out instead for love that doesn't lay dead 
next to the life of my own. 
So hard (this lesson to learn)