Written about a woman who doesn't know what she has. |
"I Love Him, You See" I don't know you, you don't know me. Yet in the midst of this anonymity we share something special. Sometimes I wonder about you. I wonder why you can't see what you have. But then I think to myself, that you can only see what you desire him to be. If you truly loved his heart, he wouldn't have to change a thing for you. I am jealous of you. I try not to be, but I am. It's you who wakes with him beside you. It's you who gave him the children he adores. But you haven't given him acceptance. You are not unconditional. I wonder if you can even see his beauty, or if you ever did. I don't hate you, in fact I'm sure you're an easy person to like. Should I feel guilty then? Maybe, but I don't. I love him, you see. It wasn't planned, no malice in my thoughts. But his heart spoke to mine, and I am overwhelmed by the way I feel. Just to hear his voice, hear him breathe. I love him, you see. I cannot apologize for the way I feel. It's true, it's real, it's all I need. Selfishly, I say I can take better care of him, love him as he deserves to be loved, and be grateful to have him in my life. I love him, you see. You may come to hate me, and if you need to, that's ok. But you will know the look in my eyes, I love him, you see. |