I do not love you.

The warmth of my hand in your hand

As you rest your head on my lap.

like a boulder, like a child,

it was like we were one, for once.

A feeling unexplainable.

like the flower yearns for the Sun.

I do not love you, for love is too light a word.

You consumed me, and I cannot escape your world

You surround me like the cold air in Winter,

and the warm air in Summer.

And a Spring breeze on a bicycle and

the Autumn fire.

I'd go anywhere with you,

if only you would take me.

Holding my hand,

telling me you need me as much as I need you.

But you are the Sun,

the Sun that does not yearn for the flower's affection.

I do not love you, for a feeling as strong as this

can no longer be described by love alone.