“Do not fall in love with me!”
She said, as if she had the power to direct my heart,
But she had neither the power,
Nor the right
and my heart did what it knew best.
It freely gave,
With no demands
Desiring nothing in return,
Except to be allowed to care.
My heart cannot be taken,
One could not ask for it to do more
But there was no asking,
“I told you not to fall in love with me”; she exclaimed and left.
The heart was not broken,
For it could not be told what to do,
It only did what it knew.
Why the fear of love without demands?
Was it so unusual?
it was told that it was,
but the heart continued unabated,
still seeking for another who would understand.
My heart is at peace with itself and those it touches.