I don’t know if I love.
I’m not even sure
I know what love is,
if love is God
or if love is my hand.
But I am intrigued
by the idea that love
can exist beyond
my understanding of it,
and for that curiosity
I suppose I can be thankful
that I rarely if ever find
what I’m hoping to.
6/17/2009
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