This doesn’t mean I love you
and I do
It doesn’t mean that you’re the only one
and you are
the only one who touches me this way:
hopefully tender
sometimes innocent
Joyous lake filled with admiration
overflowing and peaceful
I often wonder who you are, sadly
meanings not being apparent and
intentions private, even though I
see it in your eyes—
Thin disguise, this wearing who we think we are
So, this doesn’t mean my heart is pure
This doesn’t mean my will is strong
This doesn’t mean possibly forever,
it just means:
hopefully tender
sometimes innocent