Member Poem

I don’t love you,
I simply love the pleasures of love,
The butterflies in my heart,
The rush of emotions that come with it.

It’s not you I love,
But the beauty of love itself,
The way it makes me feel
When I gaze at the moon,
Or listen to the melodies of the cuckoo.

You may come and go,
But the joy and pain of your love
Will always linger on.

Don’t think I love you,
For it’s my love that I love,
And the feelings that come with it,
That keep me captivated,
In this endless cycle of pleasure and pain.