Oct 31, 2015

Who loves you?


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?