I know not, to want,
I know not, to ask,
Of dreams impossible
And the heart taken to task.
I try not to think,
Contemplate all the ways
That I could have belonged,
In another world, not so unreal.
I have learned how to love-
Not just love like a human
But to keep loving in pain,
The concoction that makes an Angel.*
Finally I can stop, stop and give up
Give up and still keep the hope.
And not think it a loss or an anguish
Or a victory for the heartless and the gone.
Finally I can love with nothing to want for,
I will be the better man- and be a woman.
* To Love is human. To feel Pain is human. Yet to still Love despite the Pain is pure Angel. -Rumi