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I don’t understand it
And it may not be for me
Still I can respect your
Individuality
Though our paths be distant
There is still love in my heart
I can gaze out fondly
While our ways keep us apart
Intercourse w’engage not
For our minds disparate be
It would only lead to
Uncongeniality
That is why I stay back
Smile crooked from afar
Know that though I’m silent
I still love you as you are.
January 26th, 2017
Written about the fondness I feel for people from my past and present with whom I cannot have a substantive relationship due to differences of ideals, temperament, and outlook.
Photo Credit:
Tom Heinze
And it may not be for me
Still I can respect your
Individuality
Though our paths be distant
There is still love in my heart
I can gaze out fondly
While our ways keep us apart
Intercourse w’engage not
For our minds disparate be
It would only lead to
Uncongeniality
That is why I stay back
Smile crooked from afar
Know that though I’m silent
I still love you as you are.
January 26th, 2017
Written about the fondness I feel for people from my past and present with whom I cannot have a substantive relationship due to differences of ideals, temperament, and outlook.
Photo Credit:
Tom Heinze
