I love you, but then I'm not in love with you.
I want to bask in your affection, your desire,
like a heat imprisoned within you.
I sense the tenderness, but not the fire.
I have no explanation for my lack of yearning,
No choice for what I don't feel,
No other love to whom I might be turning,
No anguish to suggest this isn't real.
Passion is like a creature that bears no master,
And I cannot with ropes and walls make it stay.
It must go free towards destiny or disaster,
Awake to truth then show the way.
So I have to say what you don't want to hear,
But it's my honesty that we both must share.
