Who loves you?
who,
on cold dreary mornings turns
towards you
like sun flowers turn to
their golden God, faithful, sincere
Who loves you?
who,
places you on the very top
shelve of their being
where no one can touch or
reach you?
Who loves you?
who’s heart
quickens to the sound of
your tired steps
studies and learns your
fragility by heart
Who loves you?
who (even in your presence)
remains, waiting for you
holds the thought of you
like a delicate new born
Who loves you?
who understands
the uncertain swift turning
and lowering of your eyes
trusts your irrationality,
hears in you the unsaid
Who loves you?
