Hand Bird
Hand Bird
If someone loves me
with all of her heart
but i am not sure i love her
the same way
should i take the bird in hand
and try to learn to love her,
or pursue the free bird
that might never love me
but to whom I am inexorably drawn?
Should I introduce them,
And take myself away?
I think they could love
each other
better than I
can love either.
No...
I love she who loves me.
But I am afraid for her,
afraid I will not be good for her.
After we are together
will she still be as happy as now
will she be happier,
will she be less happy
and have regrets?
"Let her decide,"
my other friends say.
But I know that
if I am not here
I will not harm her.
If I am here...
I know myself
© 2007 Deborah Bolle
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