When I first saw you
I knew then, you’re trouble
I am not the same
I am smitten

Forlorn a world, forsaken
Yet none saw the me, but you
Compassionate not condescending
Blunt yet not blistering

When beauty’s all around
Still fazes, it’s profound
But it’s the hurt beneath your eyes
All knowing, enchanting

In a world of pain
A soul kindred, to live for
Why smudge with words
Why wake the dream

All I want is your presence
Your company my only essence
It’s not love which

It’s not love, which
To labels, To demands
Love extends

Tis love that knows
No condition
Tis love that endures
This tragedy called life.

- Collins Waiting