It is strange how I love you
It is strange how it happened
How I can't run from you
How you have me in the palm of your hand
Yet you do not know
And probably never will
That I love you still.
I left some seeds of my truth
Though I didn’t elaborate
I would never mislead you
Nor would I deceive you
Yet I can't tell you
Because our love wasn’t meant to be
Though it torments me.
Face without a name
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-love-7/
